Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95B0GZ19VX5JHHM3NRBBEP

"Put the nose on, Bill." "I look like a depressed radish," he muttered, tugging the elastic. "You look like a professional. The target is the gift table behind the bounce house." "The one with the slow leak?" "Precisely. When the sugar rush peaks and the screaming hits seventy decibels, we strike." "I hate the stickiness, Molly. Kids are just sentient jam magnets." "Focus. There are pristine Lego sets in there. The resale value is astronomical." "And the drone?" "Timmy’s getting a drone, but he won't be the one flying it. We bag the loot and exit via the plastic slide." "The curly one?" "The curly one." "My hips won't clear that radius, Molly." "Grease your jumpsuit. This is a high-stakes operation." "It’s a backyard in the suburbs." "It’s an unsecured vault filled with cardboard treasure. Do you have the distraction ready?" "I have three dozen half-inflated poodles," Bill said, gesturing to the bag. "Perfect. If any toddler asks for a sword, give them a giraffe. It confuses them." "If I get bitten, I’m leaving." "Just keep twisting balloons and nobody gets hurt." "Fine. But I’m keeping the nose. It hides my shame."