Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF525V7N4HSPQH48482ATS

Molly paced back and forth in their musty safe house, mentally running through the details of the upcoming job. She paused and turned to Bill, her accomplice. "Listen, Bill, we need to be absolutely sure about this one." Bill looked up from the blueprints he'd spread across the kitchen table, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. "What's the worry, Mol? It's just a bunch of kids. Easy peasy." Molly shook her head vehemently. "Easy peasy? Bill, it's a children's birthday party! There will be balloons, streamers, adorable little tikes running around everywhere. It's not exactly our usual covert operation." Bill shrugged, his wiry frame barely making an impression on the ratty couch. "So we keep a low profile, blend in. Pretend we're guests or something." "Guests?" Molly scoffed incredulously and tossed her greasy braid over her shoulder. "You look like a guest? You look like a disheveled, unkempt vagrant who's been drinking out of dumpsters, Bill. We'll stand out like sore thumbs." Bill held up his hands defensively. "Alright, alright! We'll go in all stealthy-like. In and out before they even notice the presents are gone." Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She couldn't believe she was about to say this. "Fine. But we need disguises. Costumes. Something that won't make us look completely out of place in a room full of kids and parents." Bill's face lit up, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You got it, boss! Leave it to me." Thirty minutes later, Molly stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Her once raven hair was now dyed a sickly green, braided into tiny pigtails that framed her face awkwardly. She was wearing a hot pink tutu, fishnet stockings, and a glittery unicorn onesie. Bill popped his head around the door, his own getup nearly as ridiculous. "Ready to party, Mol?" Molly tried to glower at him, but beneath her full, vibrant lipstick it was difficult. She felt like a seventeen-year-old stripper who had accidentally wandered into a unicorn convention. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done, Bill. And I've done a lot of ridiculous things." Bill cackled, a deep, nasal sound. "Yeah, well, aight—this time tomorrow, we'll be living it up in the Bahamas with a ton of stolen presents. Ready or not, Mol, those kids are about to get robbed by their favorite party friends: the Glittery Unicorn and the Fishnet Fairy!" Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smirk that played on her lips. "Oh, Lord, give me strength. Let's get this cover done with."