Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAFX42KDTEZ9SBG3QE8Z9M

They huddle on a splintered park bench beside the party’s neon tent, Molly gripping a crumpled laundry basket, Bill twisting a whoopee cushion in his pocket. You sure this ridiculous kids’ party heist’s solid enough to pull off without getting caught? Dead sure—parents’ll be distracted by the piñata meltdown I planted. Piñata meltdown? Taped a whoopee cushion to the piñata string—yanks it, chaos erupts. What about the gift table guard everyone’s talking about? That’s the birthday kid’s grandma—she nips to the snack table every three minutes for cotton candy. Three minutes? Enough to stuff all wrapped presents in our laundry basket? Barely—you grab big doll houses first; I’ll snag flashy remote cars. What if a curious kid spots us mid-grab? Flash ’em a sparkly space sticker—they’ll gush to friends and forget we existed. Sticker trick? You tested that? Tested on my niece—she traded her favorite glitter crayon for a dinky space sticker last week. What about the crowded exit by the swing set? We duck through the sandbox tunnel—parents’ll think we’re weird uncles. Weird uncles hauling a laundry basket of presents? Tell ’em we’re taking donations to the local toy drive—they’ll thank us. And if grandma comes back early? Duck behind the gift table’s streamers. You’re absolutely crazy. Crazy enough to pull this off and buy our fancy taco dinner.