Run: 2026-05-20-01KS261VDE9XZV7G2KCQF0QYDP

Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror. What is our tactical entry point, Bill? Bill checked his watch. We blend in with the clowns, Molly. The cake cutting is at two. When the sugar rush hits and the parents start drinking heavily, we strike. Did you secure the getaway vehicle? Molly asked, tapping the steering wheel. I got us a tricycle with a wagon attached, Bill said proudly. Are you completely insane, Bill? Molly hissed. We are stealing forty pounds of Lego sets and a pony-themed bicycle. We cannot flee on a trike. It has tassels on the handlebars! Bill protested. It is the perfect cover. Nobody suspects a clown on a shiny trike. They will when he is pedaling away with a stolen gaming console, Molly muttered. Do you have the distraction? I brought a box of kittens, Bill whispered, opening a cardboard box. Molly stared at the sleeping furballs. That is adorable, but highly unprofessional. They are tactical kittens, Molly. One meow and the perimeter is clear, Bill insisted. Fine. Put on your red nose, Molly sighed, grabbing her oversized polka-dot sack. It is showtime.