Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8NEQ9029QN4PH0NCPW081

Molly leans against a dented minivan, squinting at the pastel party tent strung with balloon animals across the street. A pilfered lollipop stick juts from her jacket pocket; she twists it idly. Bill hunches beside her, adjusting the tiny top hat perched on his bald head—his half-baked “magician assistant” cover. The tent’s door flaps flutter, revealing a stack of wrapped boxes tied with rainbow ribbons; their target glints under string lights. A toddler’s high-pitched giggle drifts over, making Bill flinch. He tucks a frayed mesh bag into his coat. Molly yanks a glittery apron over her jacket, hiding the empty duffel at her hip. She checks her watch—15 minutes until the piñata reveal, their only window to strike. “Your top hat looks ridiculous,” Molly says. “Better than your glittery apron—kids’ll spot a fake helper fast,” Bill retorts. “Glitter’s distraction. They’ll stare at my sleeves while I stuff presents in the bag,” she says. “Then what about the piñata guy? He’s got his eye on the gift table,” Bill mutters. “I’ll trip him with my apron strings when he’s swinging the bat,” she smirks. “Won’t that make the parents scream?” he asks. “I’ll blame it on a balloon animal tangle—they’ll buy it,” she says. “Fine. But if we get stuck in a game of pin the tail, I’m ditching you,” he huffs. “Deal. But you owe me a giant cupcake from the snack table afterward,” she says. “Only if you don’t drop the stuffed bear collection mid-escape,” he replies.