Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94XRV5YTYJK2E7844QGW46

Molly: "Alright, Bill, this is it. Operation Jolly Loot." Bill: "Jolly Loot? Sounds like a brand of cough drops." Molly: "It's the annual bake sale and present giveaway at St. Peter's. Parents drop off gifts, their kids win them back. They're all stacked in the hall. Prime targets." Bill: "So, we're stealing presents from... future disappointments?" Molly: "Precisely! We're liberating potential joy! High-value items, Bill. Think of the resale value before they even know what a microcontroller is!" Bill: "But... there'll be face paint. And a magician doing balloon animals. What if he pulls a rabbit out and tries to put it in my hat?" Molly: "Distractions. Your job: the dessert table. Secure the triple-layer frosted monstrosity. Mine: swift ingress, present acquisition, and controlled egress before anyone realizes your 'Uncle Gary' persona is just a master strategist in disguise." Bill: "What if a parent sees me? What if a kid points and yells, 'That man is pilfering our playthings'?" Molly: "You blend. You smile. You offer them a stale donut crumb. Now, the getaway is a tandem bicycle. You pedal, I toss the haul into the basket. Keep your eyes peeled for rogue party hats." Bill: "A tandem? My last getaway was a stolen unicycle from a circus audition. Nearly took out a clown college." Molly: "Focus, Bill. This is our ticket to not eating discount-brand beans for a year."