Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8667YQEAM4P4W8DB8SAKT

“So, let’s go over this again, Bill. Because frankly, my brain is starting to resemble a bouncy castle after a toddler convention.” “Relax, Molly. It’s a simple in-and-out. Operation Sugar Rush.” “Simple? You call snatching every single present at a five-year-old’s birthday party ‘simple’? That’s… aggressively chaotic.” “It’s lucrative! They’ve got drones, Molly. Drones! Imagine the resale value of a remote-controlled dinosaur.” “I’m imagining myself covered in glitter and sticky fingerprints. Seriously, the sheer volume of plastic is terrifying.” “Think of the families, Molly! We’re liberating them from the crushing weight of consumerism. Plus, we’re getting a vintage Barbie Dreamhouse.” “That’s your justification? ‘Liberation’ and a Barbie Dreamhouse? Bill, you’re a pathological collector.” “It’s a *good* Barbie Dreamhouse! The one with the extra bathroom. It’s a collector’s item.” “Right. And the plan? Because I’m picturing a full-scale children’s rebellion. Tiny fists and a lot of screaming.” “Distraction. I’ve already contacted ‘Sparkle’, she'll deploy a synchronized balloon release. Pink, naturally. Overwhelming, yet festive.” “Sparkle? Is that a code name or a brand of industrial adhesive?” “Neither! Just… trust me. She’s good. Then I disable the security cameras – a simple reboot, really. You handle the presents.” “Me? Just… collect presents? You know I have a deeply ingrained aversion to things manufactured for miniature humans.” “You’re the packer, Molly. You’re organized. You handle logistics. It’s what you do best." “My best involves spreadsheets and meticulous color-coding. This involves screaming children and the faint scent of cake.” “Think of it as… a very colorful spreadsheet.” “Okay, fine. But if a single child tries to bite me, I’m blaming you.” “Deal. And if the Barbie Dreamhouse is just… ordinary, you’re buying me a lifetime supply of gummy bears.” “You’re banking on the Dreamhouse being extraordinary, aren’t you?” “Let’s just say I have a vested interest. Now, about the disguises…” “Don't even *think* about dressing as clowns. Absolutely not.” “What about garden gnomes? They’re subtly unsettling, and blend in surprisingly well with the decor.” “Bill! No gnomes. I’m thinking oversized bow ties. Very distracting.” “Bow ties. Right. Okay. But if I see a single fluffy unicorn, all bets are off.” “Just… focus on the bow ties. And for the love of all that is holy, no glitter.”