Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1HCQC44Q260CNCC5BCTKWS

“Bill, tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party.” “Because, Molly, tiny people get spectacular loot. Remote-control dinosaurs, glitter scooters, suspiciously expensive educational tablets.” “Educational tablets? We’re stealing arithmetic now?” “We’re stealing opportunity. Also batteries. Rich parents love batteries.” “This is low, Bill.” “Lower than robbing a bank?” “Morally, yes. Architecturally, no.” “Listen, it’s perfect. Noise, chaos, cake fog. Nobody notices two extra adults if one carries balloons.” “I hate balloons. They squeak judgment.” “Then wear the clown glasses.” “I’d rather confess to every crime I haven’t committed.” “Fine. We go in as the magician’s assistants.” “There’s a magician?” “There will be if I finish this cape.” “You’re sewing felt stars onto a bathrobe.” “Children are idiots.” “They are terrifyingly observant, actually. One six-year-old once spotted my fake pearl earring from across a bouncy castle.” “Then we distract them.” “With what?” “A treasure hunt.” “At a party already containing treasure.” “Exactly. We hide the presents in our van for ‘safekeeping.’” “You hear how that sounds?” “Professional.” “It sounds like kidnapping for dolls.” “No dolls. Electronics first, then premium Lego.” “And if parents ask questions?” “I’ll say, ‘Madam, your son won a mystery prize.’” “What mystery prize?” “A valuable lesson about impermanence.” “Bill.” “What?” “I hate that this might work.” “You hate brilliance in all its forms.”