Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8NZJNBAQZGGPYM9VD6W2V

“Right, so, the glitter cannons first?” Molly asked, tapping a manicured nail against a meticulously drawn floor plan of ‘Princess Penelope’s Perfectly Pink Party’. Bill chewed on the end of his pen, a smear of blue ink blossoming on his upper lip. “Glitter cannons? Seriously? We’re going for presents, not a rave.” “Details, details,” she waved a dismissive hand. “A little distraction. Kids love glitter. It'll slow them down. Think of it as… a confetti-based tactical delay.” “Tactical delay? You’ve been reading too many spy novels,” Bill grumbled. “Just get the damn presents.” “Okay, okay. Presents. But glitter. It's *atmospheric*.” Molly punctuated this with a little flourish of her hand. “Look, the cake is in the corner, all pink and sparkly. It’s practically begging to be observed.” “The cake isn’t begging for anything,” Bill said dryly. “It’s a sugar-laden monstrosity. And we’re after the stuffed unicorns, Molly. Remember the brief?” “Of course I remember the brief!” she snapped, though her voice lacked conviction. “Operation Rainbow Riot is still firmly in my brain. Pink frosting, glistening wrappers, the sheer volume of plastic joy… irresistible.” “Irresistible to a child, maybe. Not to a professional thief.” “You’re being unnecessarily pessimistic.” Molly unfolded a small photograph of a particularly plush unicorn, its mane braided with ribbons. “This, Bill, this embodies pure, unadulterated wealth. We're talking serious resale value.” “Resale value? Molly, we’re stealing toys for five-year-olds.” “Think of it as… early investment. We’ll pawn them, flip them. It’s a sophisticated system!” Bill sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Alright. Glitter cannons. Unicorns. What about the parents? Are we blending in?” “I’ve got a princess dress. A very sparkly one. And a tiara. Needs more sparkle, actually.” “You’re wearing a tiara?” “It’s crucial to the illusion! I’m Penelope’s aunt Mildred. A slightly eccentric, excessively glittery aunt Mildred.” “You sound terrifying.” “I am terrifyingly fabulous! Look, they’ll be focused on the bouncy castle and the face painting. Minimal perimeter security.” “Minimal perimeter security? That’s your assessment?” “It’s an assessment! And it’s a *good* assessment. Now, about distracting them with the cannons... should we go for a full-frontal assault, or a more… gradual deployment?” Bill stared at the floor plan, then back at Molly, a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes. “Gradual. Definitely gradual. And maybe, just maybe, we grab a cupcake.”