Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAE3M75PKN9NDBVBABYCKZ

Molly: Observe the battlefield, Bill—balloons, frosting, and unguarded loot wrapped like tiny signal flares. Bill: Operation Jingle Swipe commences at cake o’clock. Molly: It's a dinosaur cake; we strike when the tail is sliced. Bill: Distraction plan? Molly: I juggle cupcakes and shout, "The magician lost a rabbit!" Bill: Bold. Sticky, but bold. Molly: Meanwhile, you wheel in the gift wagon. Bill: We have a wagon? Molly: Yes. It's a stroller with swagger. Bill: If questioned by toddlers? Molly: Speak fluent awe. Say, "Wow, is that a glow-in-the-dark sticker?" Then point elsewhere. Bill: Morally, is this low? Molly: We’re height-adjusting our ethics. Bill: Contingencies? Molly: Balloon animal smoke screen. Twist five giraffes, release, instant visual chaos. Bill: What about parents? Molly: Complimentary napkins. No adult resists unexpected napkins. Bill: I fear frosting prints. Molly: Wear sprinkle-proof gloves; fashion meets function. Bill: Exit route? Molly: Pinata evacuation. We blend into candy-based jubilation. Bill: And if they sing Happy Birthday mid-heist? Molly: We harmonize, then steal on the applause. Bill: Final inventory objective? Molly: Presents labeled "From Aunt Linda"—statistically socks. Leave them. Bill: Conscience clause? Molly: We leave a thank-you balloon. Shaped like remorse. Bill: Remorse floats. Socks don't. Helium improves morale.