Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A2PB220JX2NFXQFRW4BD5

Molly adjusted her rainbow-colored tutu, the sequins catching the dim light of the party room. "You sure about this?" she whispered, eyeing the towering piñata hanging like a fat, multicolored omen. "That thing looks like it’s judging us." Bill, dressed as a clown (badly), scratched his fake red nose. "Relax. The parents are distracted by the magician’s rabbit, and the kids are too hopped up on sugar to notice a thing." He jiggled a pair of bolt cutters in his pocket. "Once we crack open the supply closet where they stash the presents, it’s all candy and chaos till we’re out." Molly groaned. "I hate clowns. They’re just sad men with too much makeup." She peeked through the window, where a small child wailed over a deflated balloon. "You think the birthday kid will cry when their toys disappear?" Bill shrugged. "Kids bounce back. By tomorrow, they’ll have new plastic crap from Target." He nudged her. "Focus. The back door’s unlocked, the janitor’s napping, and I’ve got the distraction plan. You just handle the guard dog." Molly’s eyes widened. "Wait, you didn’t mention a dog." A chorus of high-pitched screams erupted from inside. Bill grinned. "Too late." He shoved the door open. "After you, *partner*."