Run: 2026-03-18-01KM095D2TS5D9MT07927KCN5B

Molly: Bill, tonight we rob a children’s party. Bill: I brought the tiny crowbar, for tiny trouble. Molly: No crowbar. Sympathy face and steal with style. Bill: I practiced the sympathy face with tears and glitter. Molly: Good. Hide behind the dinosaur balloons. Bill: Which dinosaur ones—the squeaky or the squeaky with teeth? Molly: The squeaky with teeth. The DJ’s on “Baby Shark,” so nobody looks. Bill: I can steal presents while doing the floss, right? Molly: Just don’t floss on the cake. Frost is expensive and judgmental. Bill: Fine. What’s our entry point? Molly: The gift-wrapping table. Everyone assumes it’s magical. Bill: I’m terrifying with my sleeves and my mysterious snacks. Molly: We take only presents. Leave the germs, leave the cupcakes. Bill: The cupcakes are screaming. Molly: Ignore the cupcakes. On my signal, we swap name tags and walk out as “Gift Ambassadors.” Bill: If a kid asks, we say we’re delivering extra surprises. Molly: Shh—birthday boy’s staring at our shoes. Bill: My shoes are innocent! Mostly. Molly: If security asks, nod slowly and offer balloons. Bill: I can juggle keys. Molly: No, just hold the sack like you’re late for gift wrapping and smile, the cheap kind.