Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB61SAV1D6GZ3B95GXZNE5

They crouched behind the cake table, whispering like conspirators. Molly: We go in during the cake or during the song? Bill: Cake, obviously. Cake creates chaos and frosting creates fingerprints. Molly: What about balloons? Balloons are noisy but useful for cover. Bill: We need tiny gloves, a map of presents, and a distraction—singing elf. Molly: I'll bring glitter. Glitter gets in everything and everyone blames toddlers. Bill: Convince the mom to open the closet; we'll swap the big boxes for decoys. Molly: What about the puppy? The puppy will chase us and ruin the plan. Bill: Bribe the puppy with a squeaky toy. Also bypass the piñata schedule. Molly: What if a toddler recognizes you from last Christmas? You had chocolate on your shirt. Bill: I burn everything, remember? Chocolate alibi, but bring napkins and a tiny wrench. Molly: Tiny wrench? What are you dismantling, a crib or a cookie jar? Bill: Cookie jar, obviously. We slip gifts into laundry baskets labeled "donations." Molly: What if kids ask for presents? Do we explain we're "Santa's interns"? Bill: Yes. Wear elf hats, mumble nonsense, and exit with confetti cannons. Molly: Timing, Bill. Five minutes after cake, sprint, no witnesses, full sacks.