Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KZD5GRCDY7WHWFTY7AH0AM

Molly pressed her face to the glass. Bill checked his stolen bow tie in the reflection. "The plan is easy. We enter as clowns, charm the kids, then swipe every present." Bill flashed a grin that scared a bank manager. "Clowns? You cried when a balloon popped at my nephew's party." Molly did not look away from the party. "I have allergies. To joy." Bill sniffed and produced a crowbar from his sleeve. "We need disguises that say trusted adult, not registered offender." Molly pointed at his bright yellow jumpsuit. "How about we pose as party entertainers? I will juggle, you will steal." Bill spun the crowbar like a baton. "You call dropping oranges juggling?" Molly raised one eyebrow. "We call it gravity based performance art." Bill caught the crowbar before it hit his foot. "Fine. I will wear the unicorn suit and cause a diversion." Molly sighed and unzipped her bag. "What kind of diversion?" Bill asked, regretting the question. "I will tell them the pinata is a drone." Molly pulled a sparkly horn from her bag. "Beautiful. We grab the loot and run before the cake." Bill rubbed his hands together. She strapped on the horn and smiled.