Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1J23ESWFR1663ZE2NCS3H

"Stop laughing, Bill. This is serious business." "Serious? Molly, we are casing a six-year-old's birthday party. The security system is a clown named Bongo who slips on his own oversized shoes." "Bongo is a distraction. The real threat is the mother. She has eyes in the back of her head and a whistle that can summon three other moms instantly. We need a plan that accounts for the bounce house ventilation shafts." "You want to crawl through a plastic tube filled with screaming toddlers to get to the gift table? That is your master plan?" "It is stealthy. They will never suspect a thief coming from the slide exit. Plus, I have acquired these special socks. Non-slip, silent, and they smell like vanilla. Perfect for blending in with the cupcake scent." "Vanilla socks. Right. And what about the loot? We are talking about LEGO sets, not diamonds. The resale value on a half-built spaceship is terrible." "You lack vision, Bill. Collectors pay top dollar for vintage unopened action figures. Do you know what a limited edition Sparkle Pony goes for on the dark web? It's enough to fund our retirement in the Bahamas." "The dark web for toy ponies? I think you have been reading too many forums again." "Focus! The timeline is tight. The cake cutting happens at four PM. That is when the adults are distracted by singing and taking photos. We slip in during the chorus of 'Happy Birthday,' grab the big boxes, and exit through the petting zoo." "The petting zoo? There are goats, Molly. Angry, hungry goats." "Exactly. Chaos creates cover. We toss them some celery, they create a stampede, and we vanish into the crowd of parents holding paper plates." "I am not getting headbutted by a goat for a My Little Pony." "Think of the thrill, Bill! The adrenaline! The sheer audacity of robbing a room full of kindergarteners while wearing a fake mustache." "I am not wearing a fake mustache. I told you, my beard is natural and distinguished." "It looks like you lost a bet with a hedge trimmer. Put on the mustache. It completes the magician disguise. Nobody questions a magician at a kids' party. We just wave a wand, say some gibberish, and the presents disappear." "And if the kids cry? Those little terrors can smell fear. One whisper of 'thief' and we will be buried under a pile of soft play blocks." "That is why we bring the ultimate weapon. Distraction balloons. Hundreds of them. We release them, the kids chase them outside, the room clears, and we sweep the table clean in under thirty seconds." "Thirty seconds? That leaves no room for error. What if a parent blocks the door?" "Then we use the confetti cannon. Blast them with glitter, blind them temporarily, and make our escape via the inflatable castle roof." "You have thought about this way too much. The inflatable castle roof is not a viable exit strategy. It is made of thin vinyl!" "It worked in the movies!" "This is real life, Molly, not an animated film! If we fall, we break our legs, and then we get arrested by a police officer who probably attends these parties for the free pizza." "Pizza is a strong motivator. Maybe we should just steal the catering truck instead." "Now you are talking sense. But the presents are the primary objective. The pizza is just a bonus. Are you in or out?" "I am in. But if I have to wear the vanilla socks, you are carrying the heavy LEGO boxes." "Deal. Now, let's go practice our magic wand waves. We need to look convincing."