Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB13SB7RGHA8EGTZY36681

Molly leans against a park bench, crumpling a birthday flier in her fist. You sure this kids’ birthday bash is the score? Dead sure—mom’s a tech tycoon, presents are designer toys, luxury gadgets hidden in gift wrap. How we get past the front gate? I got a clown costume—you’ll be my balloon-animal sidekick, skip the gate via backyard fence. Balloon animals? I don’t do lopsided poodles for brats. Fake it—twist one dog, no one’s auditing your skills. What about the bouncer by the gift table? He’s got a sweet tooth—slip him a lollipop spiked with sleepy syrup, he’ll nap an hour. Sleepy syrup? You stole that from your grandma’s vet visit? Don’t ask questions—focus on the gift table by the pinata. Pinata’s a hazard—kids’ll swarm when it breaks. Timing’s key—we hit the table before the pinata drop, stuff presents into my clown bag. What if a kid catches us? Distract ’em with a balloon sword—they’ll forget everything. You owe me a better score after this. Deal—once we flip these, we’re off to the beach with piña coladas. Fine, but if I twist one more balloon, I’m hiding your clown nose in a diaper pail. Fair—don’t let a toddler yank your hair.