Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K55BXJ76KC4R8175SDTG6G

Molly spread the stolen catering blueprint across the rusted hood of their getaway van while Bill tried to look inconspicuous holding two flashlights and a juice box. "So let me get this straight we are robbing a seven year old" Bill whispered. "Not robbing borrowing it's the parents who left a mountain of presents unattended in the castle zone" she said tapping the blueprint with a french fry. Bill frowned and sipped his juice box loudly enough to make Molly wince. "There's gonna be like twenty kids hopped up on cake and a clown who does balloon animals isn't that basically security" he asked. "Please the clown is terrified of children I saw him cry at the audition video and the cake is our cover" Molly replied confidently. She pulled a duffel bag from the van and unzipped it revealing two oversized mascot costumes smelling faintly of old pizza. "Oh no no no you said subtle disguises not sweaty chicken suits" Bill protested. "They're not chicken suits they're official Party Pals costumes and we will blend right in with the entertainment" she insisted. Bill stared at the yellow feathers and the enormous beak and imagined the humiliation of being tackled by a six year old. "What if we get caught stealing presents in front of a bunch of moms filming everything for Instagram" he muttered. "Then we act natural we smile we wave and we say the presents need to be sanitized for safety it's foolproof" she said. She handed him the chicken head which wobbled ominously as Bill reluctantly pulled it over his sweaty forehead. "I look ridiculous and I can't see anything through these plastic eyes" Bill complained his voice muffled inside the beak. "Perfect you look exactly like a depressed mascot who should be near the gift table don't worry I brought snacks" she chirped pulling on her own costume. Outside the suburban house balloons bobbed against the fence and through the window they could see a towering pile of brightly wrapped boxes beside a chocolate fountain. "That's like a hundred presents we can't carry all that without looking suspicious" he whispered. "Who said carry we have the wagon the little red one the kids use for candy we roll it in and roll it out" Molly grinned. Bill glanced at the wagon parked beside the van its handle decorated with streamers as if it were waiting for a heist of its own. "Okay fine but if a kid asks me to make a balloon dog I am panicking and you are on your own" he warned. "Deal just waddle in cluck twice and grab the presents while I distract the clown with existential questions" she laughed. They waddled toward the backyard gate feathers bouncing with each nervous step while children's laughter and off key singing drifted over the fence promising chaos frosting and the most absurd robbery of their criminal careers yet this sunny Saturday afternoon under the watchful plastic eyes of their stolen chicken disguises.