Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKASN0RXYT499VTP1M81W79

Molly: "Are we sure this is the house with the presents and not just a very elaborate pillow fort?" Bill: "The flyer said 'Rainbowopolis' and five cartoons. Also the banner outside had at least one cartoon, which is a strong indication of gift density." Molly: "Right. Gift density. Very scientific. Do we have a plan that involves less glitter and more success?" Bill: "We have a plan that involves glam and a lot of optimism. And a backup plan made of muffins." Molly: "Muffins?" Bill: "As a bargaining chip in case anyone asks what we're doing." Molly: "We will be questioned." Bill: "By toddlers. Wear convincing shoes." Molly: "What are convincing shoes?" Bill: "Shoes that have been on the right feet long enough to know how to trip gracefully." Molly: "That's not what I meant, Bill." Bill: "I know. I'm being poetic. Practiced stumbling is an art." Molly: "We need an entrance that won't involve explaining why an adult in glitter has a sack labeled 'Definitely Not Santa.'" Bill: "No sack. We're going for boxes. Lots of them. We will look like party volunteers swapping decorations. Discreet, efficient, baffling." Molly: "So, we arrange the table and rake in the loot between serving cupcakes?" Bill: "You won't be serving. You will be the official confetti consultant. It gives you plausible authority to touch things." Molly: "Because nothing says authority like flinging paper." Bill: "Exactly. And while everyone's distracted by confetti, we'll relocate parcels to our clearly labeled hidden cart: Return to Sender." Molly: "Return to Sender? Are you outside of a postal service or inside a craft store?" Bill: "Whichever looks less suspicious when wheeling past the inflatable unicorn." Molly: "We do not own an inflatable unicorn." Bill: "Yet." Molly: "And the children?" Bill: "Distracted by sugar and a magician who is simultaneously baffled and thrilled at our improvisation." Molly: "You keep adding a magician. Do we have one?" Bill: "Molly, we have me pretending to pull a rabbit out of a hat. The rabbit will be an extremely apologetic sweater puppet." Molly: "This is the worst plan I've ever loved." Bill: "That's the point. It's terrible enough to be art. Also, if things go sideways we will leave a note apologizing written in glitter that says 'Gifts enjoyed by people who really needed a laugh.'" Molly: "That is oddly sincere and also incriminating." Bill: "Sincerity is our alibi. And embarrassment." Molly: "Fine. What's the signal to abort?" Bill: "Three honks from the clown car, or a parental hug lasting longer than the laws of physics permit." Molly: "You're joking." Bill: "Joking about the laws of physics. Serious about the hug duration." Molly: "Alright, then. Muffins. Confetti. Sweater rabbit. 'Return to Sender' cart. If I end up wearing a tiara, I swear—" Bill: "You will wear the tiara like you were born for glitter." Molly smiled, took the glitter cape, and whispered, "For the heist or for the cake?" Bill: "Both. Always both." They ducked, ready, and smiled at each other.