Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK973JCVCRJ9K6S50468FYN

Cake fumes drifted; balloons squeaked; the piñata judged them silently. "Okay, Bill, target acquired: a glittering fortress of wrapping paper." "Molly, it's a children's party, not fortress; there are cupcakes." "Exactly, cupcakes are guard dogs with frosting; we move smiling." "Our disguises? I still think tiny top hats scream innocence." "And I still think innocence screams when you juggle pineapples." "Fine, no juggling; we mingle, compliment crayons, locate shiny parcels." "About the clown: he's watching me with eyebrows shaped sirens." "Compliment the eyebrows; nobody suspects thieves who admire facial architecture." "Then we execute Plan Sprinkle: distract with confetti, scoop, scoot." "Plan Sprinkle sounds sticky; my pockets remember last Tuesday's sugar." "This time, strategic napkins; we build a portable doily vault." "Is a doily vault bulletproof against icing and moral judgment?" "Absolutely; also, children barter, so trade wisdom for ribbon intelligence." "What wisdom? Don't microwave fish? Always label leftovers? Hug responsibly?" "No, profound things: gravity exists, and grownups secretly fear glitter." "Glitter is forever; it's the diamond heist of craft supplies." "Focus; we steal all the presents, like philanthropists in reverse." "If he vanishes us, I'm haunting the cake with poltergeisting." "Deal; on three: one, two, compliment, sprinkle, scoop, scoot, retreat."