Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9D6ZQ4GF2FY6Q5A3ESCJN

“Right, so, the bouncy castle. Obvious entry point, wouldn't you say?” Molly asked, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on a napkin. “A bouncy castle? Really, Molly? We’re going for the bouncy castle?” Bill squinted, pushing a stray lock of grey hair back from his forehead. “Feels a little… enthusiastic. Like we're infiltrating a preschool.” “Enthusiastic is good, Bill! It’s festive. It’s important. Think of the chaos! The sheer, unadulterated joy of a coordinated present snatching while a five-year-old shrieks about a glitter bomb.” “Glitter bomb? You’ve lowered the stakes significantly. I was picturing something… more sophisticated. Like a ventilation shaft. Or a disgruntled butler.” “The ventilation shaft is a death trap. And Mr. Henderson, the butler, is currently napping with a plate of digestive biscuits. He’d probably just snore through the whole thing.” “Point taken. So, bouncy castle it is. How do we get in?” “Simple. I’ve procured a very convincing inflatable unicorn costume. Think pink, think sparkly, think 'slightly terrifying adult attempting to look like a child’s dream.’” Bill sputtered. “A unicorn? You’re seriously suggesting a unicorn?” “It’s our cover, Bill! No one suspects a unicorn. Plus, I can squeeze through gaps. It’s surprisingly flexible, this fabric.” Molly patted the costume draped over a chair. “Think of it as a mobility enhancement.” “I’m thinking of it as a public humiliation waiting to happen. What about the parents? They’ll be watching.” “They’ll be too busy supervising sugar rushes and preventing meltdowns to notice a slightly odd adult in a unicorn suit. Besides, I’ve programmed a loop of baby shark on my smartwatch. It’s surprisingly distracting.” “Baby shark? You’re actively trying to make this worse.” “It’s a tactical sound weapon, Bill! Honestly, you're being difficult. Okay, let’s run through the plan. I go in, unicorn disguise, secure the perimeter – mostly the cupcake table. You handle the presents. Specifically, anything with a cartoon character. Priority one.” “What about the sheer volume of presents? We’re talking a veritable mountain of plastic figurines and remote controls.” “We’ll prioritize. Think plushies. Think Lego. Think… any item that screams ‘child’s obsession.’” Molly paused, tapping the napkin thoughtfully. “I’ve also identified a blind spot near the magician’s table. He’s impressively bored, seems like a good distraction point.” “A bored magician? You're terrifyingly prepared. Look, the whole thing just… it feels wrong, Molly. Stealing presents. It’s…tacky.” “Tacky is fun, Bill! Tacky is lucrative! And frankly, those parents need to learn a lesson about over-gifting. Now, seriously, are you in or are you going to spend the rest of the afternoon debating the ethical implications of unicorn-based heist operations?” “Fine, fine. Unicorn it is. But if I’m stuck in a bouncy castle arguing with a five-year-old about the merits of sparkly stickers, I’m blaming you.”