Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKABYANGATF5Q7PXB23D9A2

They crouched behind a hedge shaped like a suspicious rabbit, watching a bouncy castle wobble in slow motion. Streamers trembled on the porch as a chorus of sugar-fueled shrieks rose and fell like sirens operated by squirrels. Bill twirled a map that was actually a restaurant menu and nodded gravely at the dessert section. Molly checked her bag: kazoos, a rubber chicken, a receipt labeled “Philanthropy,” and three granola bars for plausible fitness. Somewhere inside, a magician argued with a balloon pump and lost. The presents glittered under a banner that mispelled birthday twice, which felt like permission from fate. "We are not robbing toddlers; we are liberating festive opportunities." "Right, a humanitarian heist, with sprinkles, confetti, and plausible deniability." "Disguises first: glitter beards, volunteer badges, and emotional support llamas." "I call logistics: balloons distract, cupcakes stall adults, we waltz." "The presents go under Operation Borrow; capital O, temporary custody." "Contingencies include kazoo solos, decoy piñatas, and emergency nap time." "What about guards aged five, wielding frosting, stickers, and sincerity?" "We counter with dinosaur roars, bubble wrap armor, and fingerpaint." "Schedule says cake at two; we synchronize watches and appetites." "If conscience rings, we donate upgrades: kazoos and premium crayons."