Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKFDM260PR1Z32H78AEY9N

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell on the tip tinkling ominously. "You realize we’re about to rob a bunch of five-year-olds, right?" Bill wiped his forehead with a gloved hand. "Technically, we’re robbing the parents. The kids just think we’re part of the entertainment." "Oh, that makes it so much better." Molly rolled her eyes. "What’s our cover again?" "We’re the surprise clown act. I told the mom we do balloon animals and magic tricks." Molly held up a crowbar. "And this is part of the magic trick?" Bill snatched it from her. "Only if the safe’s locked. Which it will be, because rich people don’t trust their own kids." Molly sighed. "You ever think maybe we’re the bad guys?" Bill gasped, clutching his chest. "Molly, we’re *entrepreneurs*. The real crime is charging twenty bucks for a piñata shaped like a unicorn." "Fair." Molly peeked through the hedge at the backyard. "Okay, so we go in, grab the presents, and—" "And avoid the face paint station. Last time I got glitter in my mustache, I looked like a disco ball sneezed on me." Molly smirked. "You *do* have a certain sparkle." Bill ignored her. "Stick to the plan. I’ll distract the parents with my world-famous juggling routine—" "You can’t juggle." "I’ll fake it. You grab the loot. We meet at the bounce house, dump the goods in the ball pit, and slip out the side gate." Molly nodded. "And if a kid asks what we’re doing?" Bill grinned. "We tell them we’re the Tooth Fairy’s less ethical cousins." Molly groaned. "You’re terrible at this." Bill adjusted his oversized bowtie. "No, I’m *committed*. Big difference." A child’s laughter floated from the yard. Molly’s shoulders tensed. "They’re starting the cake. We’ve got, what, ten minutes before the presents come out?" Bill checked his watch. "Nine. And forty-three seconds. But who’s counting?" Molly glared. "You’re counting." Bill shrugged. "Old habit. First rule of thievery: always know how much time you’ve got before the cops—or the moms—show up." Molly cracked her knuckles. "Alright, partner. Let’s go ruin some childhoods." Bill clapped her on the back. "With style." He took a deep breath, then pasted on a manic grin. "Remember, if anyone asks, we’re *very* funny." Molly sighed. "God help us."