Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK97V9EPKQPZ6RA6DE77PYS

"Molly, I can't believe we're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Calm down, Bill. Rich six-year-old. Those gift bags are basically ATMs with glitter." "There's a unicorn bouncy castle. That's not security, that's a trap for my dignity." "Dignity doesn't pay rent. Presents do. Now, schedule: clown shows at three, magician at three-thirty, we slip in during the balloon-animal chaos." "Explain how we don't get spotted while hauling a sack of Paw Patrol merchandise out the door." "Simple. We bring our own sack of decoy presents, swap, and vanish." "So we're… reverse Santas." "Exactly. Anti-Clauses." "I didn't grow up dreaming I'd become the Grinch's unpaid intern." "Consider it character development. Did you print the fake 'Adult Supervision Inspector' badges?" "Yes, but they say 'Supversion.' The printer jammed and I panicked." "Perfect. No one reads badges at a sugar high." "Fine. What about the kids? They see everything. They're like tiny drunk detectives." "That’s why we bring camouflage." "You bought camouflage for a suburban birthday?" Molly pulled out two oversized mascot heads from the duffel. "We go in as backup entertainment: Princess Llama and Sir Dance-a-lot." Bill stared. "I quit." "You dance, I loot." "…I'm billing overtime." "And I demand cake hazard."