Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HSN1MB64E22KZAGGCSXJS

Molly adjusted her mustache in the rearview mirror. Bill sat behind the wheel of their getaway van, stress-eating fun-size Snickers and leaving chocolate smudges on the dashboard. She smeared grape jelly across her cheek like war paint, the gap where her front tooth used to be showing in a wicked grin. Bill sighed, scratching his chin in thought. Molly rubbed her hands together and cackled, a sound that rattled the side mirrors. Bill unwrapped candy and frowned thoughtfully at the steering wheel. Molly slapped the dashboard, ready for the heist of her career. "So the clown's officially a total no-show, partner?" Molly asked. "Sick kid, I heard. He probably choked on his own rubber chicken at the rehearsal dinner," Bill replied, popping another Snickers. "What's our entry plan, genius mine?" "Kids want a clown, so we give them a clown." "We're stealing from children, Molly. Tiny, paste-eating children." "They'll eat more than paste once I clear the entire piñata aisle." "What about the parents, though?" "In the backyard doing hot yoga. Namaste, you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful suckers." "Fine. Dibs on the goody bags and all of the bubble wands." "Deal. Now start the car, partner. Time to ruin some birthdays."