Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9WTJXQNBM6EZG2DHC20E7

They huddled over a glittery party flyer; confetti drifted lazily while, somewhere nearby, a piñata squeaked with ominous cheer tonight. Molly: "All right, Bill, objective: liberate the loot." Bill: "I brought empathy, a kazoo, and glitter." Molly: "Kazoo?" Bill: "Diversion. Children hear jazz; adults hear defeat." Molly: "Codenames. You're Sir Wrappington." Bill: "Then you're Lady Bows-a-Lot." Molly: "We enter as volunteer gift-organizers, clipboards blazing." Bill: "Competence is my sneakiest costume." Molly: "We'll stack presents on the Wagon of Plausibility." Bill: "Does it squeak adorably?" Molly: "Like a hamster doing opera." Bill: "Contingency: if challenged, we audit sparkle levels." Molly: "And shuffle papers knowingly." Bill: "If chased, I deploy kazoo fugue." Molly: "Shout, 'Conga line compliance check!'" Bill: "Spell 'conga'?" Molly: "Incorrectly. Confidence outruns spelling." Bill: "Ethics inventory: are we monsters?" Molly: "Borrowers. We return the joy as confetti." Bill: "Post-heist snack protocol?" Molly: "Cupcakes, seized under the Friendship Clause." Bill: "Backup disguise?" Molly: "Balloon animal inspectors—strict about snakes." Bill: "I only make snakes." Molly: "Excellent. Minimalist poodles." Bill: "Extraction signal?" Molly: "When the cake knife sings." Bill: "Knives sing?" Molly: "In butter, every blade is Pavarotti." Bill: "Then onward, Lady Bows-a-Lot." Molly: "With charm, Sir Wrappington—no tears, no traces. Now."