Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV01S9EAZRG3GDP1R8HCKW6

Huddled behind an oak bush on a sunlit cul-de-sac, Molly and Bill eye the suburban home where a neon bounce house blares Baby Shark to a cluster of giggling toddlers. Bill squeezes a crumpled plastic clown nose, sweat beading on his forehead as he watches a ragtag piñata hang from the deck railing. The stack of wrapped birthday gifts perched by the back porch rail catches Molly’s eye, and she plucks a stick-on mustache from a discarded party goodie bag to press to her lip. “You promised easy work,” Bill grumbles, jerking his chin toward the backyard. “Last month’s dog walker gig? A golden retriever chased me all the way to the grocery store.” “This is simple,” Molly says, nodding at the gift pile. “We dress as clowns, grab all the presents, and leave. No one will spot us—they’re all shoveling cupcake frosting off their fingers.” Bill’s eyes dart to the harried birthday mom swigging from a plastic sangria pitcher. “What if she catches us? She’s already staring right at me.” “We say we’re the freelance face painters she booked,” Molly replies, tapping her fanny pack full of balloon animal wands. “She’ll buy it. I practiced a wonky kitty cat on my forearm this morning.”