Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1GMCD0XRYRBH334PNS93CY

“Bill, stop jingling. You sound like a tambourine with guilt.” “I can’t help it, Molly. These lock picks have ambition.” “We’re not robbing a bank. We’re raiding a pirate-themed sixth birthday.” “Exactly. Chaos, sugar, weak perimeter.” “We need finesse. Children can smell fear and off-brand aftershave.” “This is premium aftershave.” “It smells like a haunted lemon.” “Fine. Plan review. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “No. You juggle like a man fighting invisible bees.” “I’ve improved.” “You set your sleeve on fire.” “That was one time. Mascots, then?” “You’re six foot three. What mascot were you thinking, a probationary giraffe?” “Right. Then caterers.” “Better. Hairnets, trays, confident disappointment.” “I do confident disappointment naturally.” “I know. Now, presents are stacked by the fireplace, under the banner saying, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLLIE, YOU LEGEND.’” “Bit much for six.” “Focus. We wait for cake. During the candle song, adults cry, children scream, nobody counts boxes.” “And we sweep the gifts into the trolley?” “The one labeled ‘juice boxes.’” “Elegant.” “If confronted, you say, ‘Allergy inspection.’” “To presents?” “Parents believe anything if you look exhausted.” “What if the birthday child spots us?” “Then improvise.” “With what?” “Balloon animal. Bribery. Empathy. Your sad lemon face.” “Molly?” “Yes?” “Are we the villains?” “Bill, we’re stealing from a bouncy castle economy. Try to have perspective.”