Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95T5N9VA9P778VE3HJHZ4Q

Molly traced a smear of jam on a greasy menu. Bill grunted, cleaning his fingernails with a bent spoon. The mission was clear. "The target is secured, Bill. Operation Sugarplum Heist is in effect. Saturday. High noon. The little tykes will be opening presents post-lunch." "Operation Sugarplum Heist? You're kidding. We're robbing a child's birthday party, Molly. This is rock bottom." "Rock bottom is for economists, Bill! This is strategic acquisition. Think of the loot! A mountain of shrink-wrapped dreams! Brand new gadgets, plush friends..." "You mean the inevitable Lego sets and Paw Patrol figures?" "Exactly! High demand, low security. You handle crowd control. I'll initiate the rapid-retrieval protocol." "Crowd control? They’ll be six-year-olds hyped up on cake." "Which is why you'll wear the inflatable dinosaur costume. Guaranteed to divert attention. I'll be the 'helpful' aunt, discreetly 'organizing' the gift pile into my oversized tote." "I'm not wearing a dinosaur suit, Molly. It lost its novelty in '08." "Details, details! We need these spoils for the 'retire early' fund! What if Uncle Barry shows up early with his dreaded karaoke machine?" "Oh god, not the karaoke." "Precisely. Operation Sugarplum Heist is our only hope. Now, synchronise watches. I’ve got a spare unicorn horn I can wear."