Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAAS4JPKGP0W8HTCV9TQTA

Rain lashed against the window of the laundromat, mirroring the frantic energy swirling in Molly’s brain. Bill, meanwhile, was meticulously folding a pair of miniature clown socks. "Right," Molly began, pacing. "Operation Sugar Rush. Are you *sure* about this, Bill? It’s presents. For children. We're stealing presents from children." Bill glanced up, a sock dangling from his fingers. "Look, Molly. Think of it as…resource redistribution. These kids probably have too many. And we, demonstrably, have too few." "That's not how it works!" Molly protested. "What’s the security like? I'm picturing bouncy castles patrolled by ex-military parents.” “Relax. The invite says face painting and a petting zoo. Security’s probably a slightly overwhelmed teenager with a nametag." Bill punctuated the sentence by neatly creasing the sock. "We go in during the piñata, grab as much as we can, and vanish. Simple." "Simple? We’re stealing from toddlers, Bill! And what about the petting zoo? What if a llama sees us?" Molly wrung her hands. Bill shrugged. “Llamas are easily distracted by glitter.”