Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1GHTS9523YE42BZVJJ0C9E

“Bill, tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party.” “Because, Molly, rich parents buy expensive toys, and expensive toys are merely jewels with batteries.” “That is the worst philosophy I’ve ever heard, and I once dated a man who believed soup was a beverage.” “Focus. Balloons at noon, cake at one, screaming by one-ten. We go in during the magician.” “The magician?” “No one watches the gift table when a man pulls a pigeon out of his sleeve.” “What if the pigeon watches us?” “Then we bribe it with a sausage roll.” “Bill, children are sharp. Tiny, sticky detectives.” “Exactly why we wear disguises.” “I’m not dressing as a clown. If they catch me in face paint, I’ll throw myself to the authorities.” “Not clowns. Parents. The perfect camouflage: exhausted, underdressed, carrying coffee.” “I can do exhausted. I was born exhausted.” “You’ll drift by the presents, I’ll create a diversion near the bouncy castle.” “How big a diversion?” “Large enough that every mother says, ‘Oh my God, Bill.’” “That usually means fire.” “Only a little.” “And the escape?” “Through the garden gate with the loot in a stroller.” “A stroller?” “No one questions a stroller.” “What if there’s an actual baby in it?” “Then we abort.” “The job?” “No, Molly. The baby.”