Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB00CCRBHXZAXESKR15JMG

“Right, so, Operation Sugar Rush. Let’s run it again,” Molly said, meticulously taping a miniature map of the community hall to the greasy diner table. “Seriously, Molly? A children’s party? We’re risking jail time for… stuffed animals?” Bill grumbled, picking at a cold french fry. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not the stuffed animals, Bill. It’s the *potential*. Think of the resale value! Vintage Beanie Babies, probably. And the glitter!” “Glitter is a biohazard. You realize that, right?” “Details, details. Okay, I disable the security cameras – focusing on the pixar themed ones, obviously – you handle the door. We go in, grab the presents, and out. Discreetly. Like ninjas.” “Ninjas who wear camouflage sweaters and are slightly terrified of children. What if a kid asks us what we're doing?" “Just say we’re… evaluating the party decorations! Yes! We’re evaluating the decorations. Now, about the helium balloons…” “Let’s just get this over with. Can we at least get some napkins?”