Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1J912BT232WXQFP5EKZ6G6

“Bill, stop jingling. You sound like a haunted ice-cream van.” “It’s not jingling, Molly, it’s tactical equipment.” “It’s six party whistles and a yo-yo.” “The yo-yo is for misdirection.” “You are the misdirection. Listen: we go in smiling, leave carrying every present, and nobody cries until at least bedtime.” “Harsh. Efficient. I like it. What’s the route?” “Through the side gate, past the inflatable castle, under the banner, straight to the gift table.” “The one guarded by six-year-olds with sticky hands?” “Exactly. Sticky hands are slow hands.” “What about the clown?” “Bribed.” “With what?” “A coupon for balloon upgrades and my respect.” “Dangerous generosity, Molly. And disguises?” “You’re a magician.” “I hate magicians. Smug sleeve people.” “You already own the cape.” “It’s a blackout cape.” “It has stars on it.” “Blackout stars.” “Fine. I’m the face painter.” “You can’t paint faces.” “I don’t need to. I need to say, ‘Eyes closed,’ then pivot to presents.” “And if someone asks why your moustache is crooked?” “I’ll say it’s a tiger.” “Good. Escape plan?” “Bouncy castle collapse, controlled panic, bicycles waiting by the hedge.” “My bicycle squeaks.” “Then pedal in rhythm. It’ll sound festive.” “Molly?” “Yes?” “This is our lowest job.” “Bill, they got three hoverboards and a karaoke machine. Show some ambition.”