Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ82Q53YW751GP1ZR56S6RT

Molly: Okay, Bill, here’s the plan. We go in during the piñata swing. Chaos. Perfect cover. Bill: Kids swinging sticks? That’s your masterstroke? Molly: Exactly. No adult paying attention. They’re too busy screaming, “Don’t hit Timmy!” Bill: What if we get caught? I’m not explaining myself to a clown named Bubbles. Molly: We won’t. We wear the costumes. You’re the backup monkey. Bill: The monkey? Why not the unicorn? Molly: Because the unicorn fits me. You’re shorter. Bill: I’m compact. Strategically dense. Molly: Whatever. You distract with banana peels. I grab the presents. Bill: Banana peels? Are we in a cartoon? Molly: Yes, Bill. We are in a slapstick masterpiece called “How Not to Go Broke.” Bill: Fine. But if I slip on my own banana peel, I’m blaming you. Molly: Deal. And no eating the cupcakes. They’re evidence. Bill: What about the ones with little dinosaurs on them? Molly: Especially those. Dinosaur cupcakes are contraband. Bill: That feels discriminatory. Molly: Focus! We strike at 3:15, right after nap time. Kids are groggy. Parents are weak. Bill: 3:15? That’s when the magic show starts. Molly: Exactly. When the rabbit disappears, so do we—with the loot. Bill: ...Do you think they’ll miss the gifts? Molly: For a few minutes. Then they’ll sing “The Wheels on the Bus.” Bill: Fair. Let’s do it. But I’m keeping one glow-in-the-dark yo-yo. Molly: One. And only if it’s purple.