Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A8X8Y39SKM94ESNWMMQ2Y

Molly: Bill, the kid party is tonight, right? Bill: Yeah, sprinkles and chaos. Parents will be watching the clown. Molly: Perfect. We'll grab every present before anyone says “Who ordered the pony?” Bill: Don’t say pony. What’s the entry plan? Molly: Disguise kit. You wear the mascot head. Bill: I hate it. It makes my eyebrows sweat. Molly: Sweat quietly. Borrow the room map from the cake table. Bill: How? Molly: You compliment the frosting like you’re applying for a job. Bill: “Wow, this frosting is suspiciously competent.” Molly: Step two: my kid-safe lockpick. Bill: It’s a spoon, isn’t it? Molly: A trusting spoon. It persuades locks. Bill: Locks don’t have feelings. Molly: Everyone does—except the security guard, asleep in a folding chair. Bill: If he wakes up, we’ll offer a cupcake. Molly: Lemon filling. He’s allergic. Bill: What about the treehouse fort? Molly: Bubble-gum tunnel. Then socks last—if there are any. Bill: You’re monstrous. Molly: Festive. Hush—someone’s singing “Happy Birthday”! Bill: After the song, we sprint. No heroics. Molly: Obvious. We’ll stash the loot in the gift-wrapping bin. Bill: What about the wrapping paper? Molly: We’ll “accidentally” give them glitter. Bill: Deal. And I’ll steal the big bow, too.