Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8W51JWY5Z9AM9663AFXTD

Molly adjusted the sequined cuffs of her clown costume while eyeing the inflatable tiger bouncing in the backyard. Bill, wearing a mustache that drooped mournfully, held a grocery bag labeled *"Party Favors: All the Glitter, None of the Joy."* “This is insane,” Bill said, ducking as a child’s piñata swung overhead. “We’re stealing toys from *toddlers*.” “We’re upgrading their toys,” Molly corrected, slapping a whoopee cushion on a lawn chair. “These ‘toys’ are creaky, mass-produced junk. We’re giving them *character*. A teddy bear that yells dirty riddles? That’s a legacy.” Bill tugged at his mustache. “And if the parents notice?” “They’re too busy eating the cake shaped like a talking alphabet cookie. Now, follow the balloon train. When the face painter distracts the kids, we swap the presents.” Bill peered at a tower of wrapped boxes. “What if someone *hugs* us? I can’t fake a high-five and palm a gift card.” Molly tossed him a neon tambourine. “Then don’t. Just keep jingling. Also, if you trip over the moonwalk, I’m leaving you there.” A toddler waddled toward Bill, clutching a balloon. “Bebo, want sticker?” Bill stared, frozen, as Molly whisper-shouted, “That’s a *code name*, move!” As Bill backed away, he knocked over a punch bowl. The resulting splash drew a cheer from the children. Molly facepalmed. “Remember,” she hissed, “theft is a service. Now make like a piñata and *don’t break.”* They slipped toward the presents, Molly’s clown shoes squeaking triumphantly.