Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY986SSRYZJWYTJ795BJKZG

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" balloon cast long shadows across the table as Molly swirled her coffee, her fingers tapping impatiently against the chipped mug. "Alright, Bill. We’re in. Tonight’s the night." Bill leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, grinning like a man who’d just been handed a secret recipe for world peace. "Oh, we’re in, all right. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First rule of heisting a kids’ party: *no* loud noises. Second rule: *no* candy bar fingerprints on the door handle. And third—" "Third rule is we don’t get caught," Molly interrupted, deadpan. "Which, by the way, is the same as the first rule." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Details. So, the plan’s simple. We slip in through the back door—" "The back door’s got a *security camera*," Molly cut in, already shaking her head. "And a *doorman* who looks like he bench-presses toddlers for fun." "Ah, but we’re not using the back door." Bill leaned in, eyes gleaming. "We’re using the *bouncy castle*." Molly blinked. "The *what* now?" "The bouncy castle," Bill repeated, as if she’d just asked him to explain gravity. "We climb in, wait for the parents to get distracted, and *bounce* right into the party like we’re part of the fun. Kids love us. Parents? They’ll be too busy watching their little monsters to notice two adults in a castle full of sugar-rushed chaos." Molly considered this, then sighed. "And if someone *does* notice?" Bill grinned. "Then we tell them we’re the new clowns. Works every time."