Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94Z2FX62SDD75GJS7HB99A

Molly: "A child's birthday party, Bill? With actual small children?" Bill, straining within his inflatable dinosaur suit, bellowed, "Precisely, Mol! Minimal security. Maximum shiny objects. Plus, nobody suspects Bartholomew the Brontosaurus making a grand entrance!" Molly: "You suspect Bartholomew. I'm the getaway driver disguised as a perpetually cheerful, slightly deflated puffin." Bill: "It's avant-garde! They'll be too mesmerized by Bartholomew’s majestic lumbering to notice the swift acquisition of Lego sets and action figures." Molly, eyeing his stubby T-Rex arms: "Acquisition? With *those* T-Rex arms? How are you carrying even a doll?" Bill: "Ah, the delicate art of diversion! Your squeaky dog symphony will draw their attention while I liberate the loot. Think young Timmy's new video game console!" Molly: "We're stealing presents, Bill. From little kids." Bill: "Gift redistribution! The parents will thank Santa for his early audit. Now, about the cake..." Molly: "No cake. And Bartholomew better not step on any toddlers." Bill: "He has surprisingly gentle tread. And his plastic breath is an excellent toddler repellant."