Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAJEN9MPAWC0ATB07HJ84J

Molly’s elbow jabs Bill’s side from behind the minivan. “You gonna stare at the sprinkler all day, or we gonna *steal* something?” “Relax, doll,” Bill says, not taking his eyes off the house—blue streamers, a piñata shaped like a unicorn. “Kids’ parties is my territory. Last week, I nabs three goldfish from a ’60s birthday. This? Easier than licking a lollipop.” “Easier than expected? Or easier ’cause you forgot the *hershey’s kisses* were the real loot?” Molly snorts. “Aw, look at that one. Little girl with pigtails hugging a teddy bear twice her size. Bet it’s got a tracker sewn in. Parents these days—” “Who cares?” Bill leans forward, grinning. “We hit the snack table first. Cake, chips, that fruity punch. Then the presents. Rainbow bicycle? Hello? The kid’s birthday’s *tomorrow*. She won’t miss it till she’s crying over a lollipop.” Molly sighs, but she’s smiling. “You gonna dress as a clown again? Last time the cop thought you were *invited*.” “Clowns are *invisible*,” Bill says, patting his polka-dot suit. “And hey, if we get caught? We tell ’em we’re *volunteering*. For… *cake tasting*.” Molly huffs, but she already has her glove on. “Fine. But if you steal a *single* rubber duck, I’m leaving you to explain it to the power rangers.” “Rubber ducks? Please. This job’s got a *teddy* class.” Bill cracks his knuckles. “Let’s make the unicorn piñata *weep*.” Molly nods, already peeking through the van window. “Hurry up. The mom’s bringing out the cupcakes. And I *swear* if you eat one before we’re done—” “Done before the *cupcakes*? Doll, we’re pros.” Bill grins, cracking open the door. “C’mon. Let’s make this party *remembered*.” They slip out, two shadows in polka dots, as the unicorn piñata dangles, unaware.