Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY96WYADX5B1BSHCK70FE0R

“Seriously, Bill? A children’s birthday party?” “Don’t look so horrified, Molly. It’s… lucrative.” “Lucrative? You’re describing a room full of five-year-olds who haven't yet learned the concept of ‘personal property.’ This is a nightmare scenario.” “Think of it! Mountains of brightly wrapped packages. Perfect distribution of value. We’re talking bespoke LEGO sets, remote-control dinosaurs, sparkly unicorn headbands… This isn't ‘nightmare’ this is ‘dream’." “You're awfully enthusiastic about glitter. And miniature plastic riding ponies.” “Okay, okay, let’s talk logistics. The caterer’s is right by the bouncy castle, which is directly adjacent to the main party area. Windows are small, single-paned. We’ll need a shim.” “A shim? You're suggesting we use a shim to breach a window teeming with sugar-fueled toddlers? That sounds remarkably… inefficient.” “It’s a *small* shim, Molly. Think of it as a… diplomatic solution. Plus, the parents will be distracted by the face painting. Guaranteed.” “Face painting? Seriously? Little Timmy is going to have a butterfly on his face while we’re liberating a truckload of stuffed animals.” “It’s crucial intel, Molly! Butterfly face painting equals maximum parental distraction. Trust me.” “I don't ‘trust’ you, Bill. I tolerate you. And the tolerance level is currently plummeting.” “Look, the spreadsheet says we’re looking at roughly seventy-two presents. Minimum. We could fund our retirement for a decade with that.” “Retirement? We’re twenty-eight, Bill! We're supposed to be stressing about mortgages, not pirate costumes.” “Pirate costumes are valuable, Molly. Remember that Captain Hook outfit we found at the estate sale?” “That was a *bargain*, Bill. Not a target. This is about presents, pure and simple. And the sheer, perplexing joy these children get from them.” “Joy is overrated. Now, about the diversion... I was thinking a strategically placed flock of pigeons?” “Pigeons? You want to unleash a swarm of bewildered pigeons into a room full of brand-new, expensive toys? Bill, that’s… spectacularly bad.” "Okay, okay, scratch the pigeons. How about a rogue mariachi band?" “A mariachi band? At a children’s party? You're actively trying to case our plans as a disaster, aren't you?” “Just considering options, Molly! Think of the chaos! The surprise! The... proceeds!” “Let's stick to the shim, Bill. And please, for the love of all that is sensible, no pigeons.”