Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9QV9H9BGH16BAT51HDM24

Molly: Plan's perfect, Bill, the party's chaos will hide everything. Bill: Don't forget the confetti cannon distraction; it distracts children. Molly: We arrive dressed as volunteers, handing balloons, spreading smiles. Bill: Meanwhile, we scout the room for the best routes. Molly: If laughter erupts, we pretend we're totally entertaining tonight. Bill: Deal, and keep the faces innocent, like passing clowns. Molly: We only want the presents, not the party's aura. Bill: Plausible alibis help; we can say we misplaced cupcakes. Molly: Disguise ourselves as delivery elves, with oversized gift bags. Bill: Then we vanish in the bounce-house, into the night. Molly: I hear the cake's rainbow frosting; temptation will strike. Bill: Stay steady, McFuzz, your giggles might rally the guards. Molly: If we get spotted, improvise with improvised lullabies quickly. Bill: Lullabies distract parents; kids will adore the impromptu concert. Molly: Then we extract one glittering souvenir per bag only. Bill: Make sure nothing shatters; glitter travels worse than rumors. Molly: If any kid notices, compliment their manners, diffuse suspicion. Bill: Then we exit, a tornado of party whistles, gone. The alley shivers with stray giggles as they rehearse a prankish, utterly nonviolent caper for the grandchildren's amazement tonight happily.