Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY82JTZ2PKDRJFFKSE86R3N

“Seriously, a unicorn piñata?” Molly asked, tilting her head. “It’s a very popular theme this year, Molly. Don’t judge a piñata by its glitter.” Bill replied, meticulously examining a blueprint spread across a greasy diner table. It resembled a particularly chaotic floorplan for a small, brightly colored room. “Judging a piñata? Bill, we’re robbing a five-year-old’s birthday party. The stakes are higher than the resale value of rainbow sherbet.” “Exactly! Think of the profit margin! We’re talking bespoke Lego sets, Justin Bieber dolls, limited edition Paw Patrol figures... It's an investment!” “You’re getting emotionally invested in plastic toys, Bill. That’s concerning.” “They’re *quality* plastic toys, Molly! Look, the parents are all distracted. Aunt Carol is currently attempting to teach Uncle Gary to line dance. And the birthday boy, little Timmy, is glued to a bouncy castle.” “So, we have two windows of opportunity. Aunt Carol's awkwardness, or Timmy's projectile vomiting after the cake.” Bill frowned. “Let’s not dwell on the latter. Prioritize the former. I’ve mapped out the ventilation shaft. It’s small, but… promising.” “Promising like a clogged drain?" “It’s *large* for a ventilation shaft. Mostly. We’ll need you to shimmy, Molly. Your upper body flexibility is legendary.” “My legend is built on successfully bypassing laser grids, not transforming into a sausage. What’s the backup plan if the shaft is truly a sewage pipe of despair?” “We go in through the window. Classic. I’ve already disabled the alarm sensors on the patio door. A little static electricity, a lot of frantic button mashing. It’s remarkably convincing.” “‘Remarkably convincing’? You set off a smoke detector and nearly alerted the entire cul-de-sac. You call that ‘convincing’?” “Minor setback. Details, details! Okay, listen, I’ve got a grappling hook fashioned from a retractable dog leash and some fishing wire. It’s surprisingly effective.” “A dog leash? Bill, you’re improvising with dog leashes?” “It was the only thing I could find on short notice! Look, we need to be quick. The sugar rush is starting. These kids are fuelled by pure, unadulterated chaos.” “Chaos is our operating system, Bill. But serious question – what are we doing with all this… loot?” “We’re donating it, of course. To a children’s charity. Very philanthropic. Look, it's a cover." “A cover for what, exactly? A sudden and inexplicable desire to own an entire warehouse full of brightly coloured plastic?” “Shhh! Someone might hear you! Just… focus on the unicorn piñata. It’s the key, Molly. It's the key."