Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7Y9V396RAM9Q3JK0K7YF1

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned bus depot, a soundtrack to our increasingly ludicrous scheme. Molly chewed on the end of a pen, sketching furiously on a napkin stained with coffee and desperation. Across from her, Bill was meticulously straightening a collection of miniature plastic dinosaurs. "Seriously, Bill?" she said, not looking up. "You’re organizing the raptors?" “Quality control, Molly. We need to understand our target. What’s the dominant predator in this... saccharine spectacle?" He gestured vaguely toward the blueprint of the 'Captain Calico's Pirate Adventure' party taped to the wall. “Probably a glitter bomb disguised as a bouncy castle.” “Right. Glitter. Note to self: invest in industrial-strength antihistamines.” She jabbed the pen harder at the napkin. “Okay, so, the security is minimal. One very bored teenager named Kevin glued to his tablet, and Mrs. Higgins, who thinks laser pointers are a legitimate security measure.” “Laser pointers. Wonderful. I’ve got a wind-up kit. Think I can rig up a diversion? Shine it at the cake? Cause a sugar-induced meltdown?” “Don’t you dare touch the cake, Bill. That’s a potential crime against humanity. Besides, we're after the presents, not the frosting.” "Details, details. Look, my point is, we need a distraction. Kevin's likely losing track of time with a Roblox raid. Mrs. Higgins, bless her heart, will be too busy chasing a dot of light.” He paused, examining a particularly grumpy-looking T-Rex. ”Okay, new strategy. I'll create a minor, highly contained chaos. A simulated pirate battle using inflatable swords and distressed shouting.” Molly sighed. "You're proposing a full-scale reenactment of *Pirates of the Caribbean* in a suburban backyard?" “It’s efficient! Think of the cover! ‘Local Men Disrupt Children’s Party in Elaborate, Theatrical Heist!’ We’ll be trending.” “We’ll be arrested, Bill. That’s what we’ll be.” "Minor setback. Listen, I’ve mapped out the gift distribution. It’s a slow, methodical process. The parents are handing out gifts in reverse order of age – the youngest first, the oldest last. If we hit the seven-year-olds first, we're golden.” “Reliable. Absolutely reliable. What about the parents? Do we just… ignore them?” “No, no. We need a cover story. I was thinking… a sudden, urgent need for a very large quantity of party favors. Like, a *critical* supply shortage for a national children's charity.” “You’re suggesting we fake a charity?” “Desperate times, Molly. Desperate times. Plus, I’ve got this laminated sheet listing obscure children’s charities. 'The Society for the Preservation of Polka-Dotted Socks,' 'The League of Miniature Train Enthusiasts' – we'll throw them in.” “You've actually *researched* this?" “Of course. Research is key to a successful heist. Besides,” Bill added, holding up the dinosaur, “knowing your enemy is paramount. Now, about the strategy for infiltrating the bouncy castle...”