Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8GEB196DWMWS9HT60GSFX

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" sign cast jagged shadows across the backyard as Molly adjusted the strap of her satchel, her breath fogging in the crisp autumn air. "Alright, Bill," she said, nudging him with her elbow, "we’re about to pull off the heist of the century—or at least the heist of the *quarter*—and you’re just standing there like a lost puppy." Bill wiped his hands on his pants, leaving smudges of what Molly *suspected* were not just dirt. "Relax, Molly. I’ve got this. The security’s gonna be a walk in the park—literally, since they’re all inside playing pin the tail on the donkey." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, *fantastic*. So we’re breaking into a house full of kids, parents, and a piñata that’s probably got more candy than we could carry. What’s the play?" Bill grinned, pulling out a pair of kid-sized sneakers. "Simple. We dress up like the birthday kid’s cousins. They’ll be too busy eating cupcakes to notice two extra kids wandering around. And if anyone asks, we’ll just say we’re lost." Molly snatched the sneakers, examining them skeptically. "Lost? Bill, I’ve seen you try to tell a lie to a toddler. You’d get us both arrested before we even hit the front door." Bill sighed, pulling out a bag of what looked suspiciously like glittery face paint. "Fine. We’ll go in as the clowns. That’ll throw ‘em off." Molly groaned. "Oh, *wonderful*. Now we’re breaking into a party to steal presents while dressed like a pair of circus freaks. What’s next? We’ll have to juggle balloons to distract the security?" Bill shrugged, already smearing the paint across his face. "Better than getting caught by the birthday boy’s dad. Now c’mon, let’s get this show on the road before the cake gets eaten."