Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9QD9FM506JKRPQ39660VDZ

“Molly, you cannot wear tap shoes to a burglary.” “They’re stealthy in spirit, Bill.” “Spirit clacks.” “Fine. I’ll tiptoe between clacks. Now, the children’s party starts at two, cake at three, sugar crash at four. We strike at gift o’clock.” “Gift o’clock isn’t a time.” “It is if you believe in yourself.” “I believe in disguises. Balloon artist?” “I look shifty with a poodle made of latex.” “You always look shifty.” “Compliment accepted. What’s your disguise?” “Magician. Cape, wand, tragic facial hair.” “You already own tragic facial hair.” “Thank you. While I distract them with a card trick, you sweep the presents into the bouncy castle.” “The getaway castle?” “Exactly. We bounce out.” “Bill, that is the worst plan since you tried tunneling into a bakery with a soup spoon.” “That spoon had ambition.” “And soup.” “Focus, Molly. Any obstacles?” “Clown.” “I fear no clown.” “You should. He does close-up balloons.” “Monstrous. Password?” “If anyone asks, we’re cousins.” “Whose cousins?” “Everyone’s. It’s a children’s party, Bill. Half the adults are confused already.” “And if we’re caught?” “We say we’re from the Surprise Redistribution Committee.” “Robin Hood for wrapping paper.” “Now you’re getting festive.” “And morally dubious, which completes the look.”