Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAXG89VCZPYPW9HCECWXMD

Molly: Recon status, Bill? Bill: Clowns everywhere, frosting on the floor, and a bouncy castle that violates several treaties. Molly: Excellent. Our disguises? Bill: I brought two paper crowns and an air of misplaced confidence. Molly: Confidence is my specialty and paper is my size. Entry plan? Bill: We stroll in singing Happy Birthday, slightly off-key, then blend like poorly whisked batter. Molly: I can be the human kazoo. Present extraction? Bill: We compliment the wrapping, claim we’re the Gift Safety Commission, and relocate the loot to our “inspection facility.” Molly: Does the facility rhyme with trunk? Bill: It rhymes aggressively with trunk. Molly: Contingencies? Bill: If challenged, we deploy balloon animals as legal counsel. Molly: I’ll cross-examine with a giraffe. Bill: Also, we avoid cake; frosting prints are a forensics nightmare. Molly: Wise. I once left a buttercream alibi on a doorknob. Bill: Alarm systems? Molly: Eight-year-olds sugar-charged to DEFCON Sprinkles. Handle with compliments and stickers. Bill: I brought dinosaur stickers and counterfeit napkins. Molly: Counterfeit? Bill: They claim to be cloth but crumble under interrogation. Molly: Alright, on my signal—wink, nod, jazz hands. Bill: That’s three signals. Molly: Redundancy saves thieves. Bill: And birthdays. Molly: Ready? Bill: Absolutely.