Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9Q7B6FWK0ZTB21TFXNCDG1

“Molly, are we really robbing a birthday party?” “Bill, don’t say robbing. Say liberating wrapped assets.” “From six-year-olds?” “From their careless guardians. The children are merely small shareholders.” “I feel judged by the balloons.” “What’s the plan, then?” “We enter as entertainers.” “Do we wear masks?” “Of course. Animal faces. Nothing scares parents like a fox in suspenders.” “I can juggle one orange.” “Perfect. You’ll be the minimalist clown.” “I hate that title.” “You’ll hate prison more, smile.” “You’ve thought about this too much.” “I’ve thought about ribbon types too. Curly means expensive.” “Suppose a child asks why my clown shoes are loafers.” “Tell them you’re in witness protection.” “And when do we take the presents?” “At cake. Humanity is weakest around frosting.” “That’s disturbingly true.” “We sweep the gift table, glide to the van, and vanish.” “Glide? Molly, I don’t glide. I scuttle.” “Then scuttle with confidence.” “This is the worst thing we’ve ever done.” “Worse than the aquarium?” “The octopus still sends me Christmas cards.” “Focus, Bill. Tonight, we steal joy.” “No, Molly. Tonight, we borrow joy, badly wrapped.” “Fine. Borrow joy. But if there’s a pony, we abort.” “Agreed. I won’t compete with a creature that majestic.”