Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV3GTSBXSTVTZH301M2M0K

"Bill, we are not stealing from a six-year-old." "Molly, we absolutely are. His dad's a hedge fund guy. Those presents are basically laundered money wrapped in SpongeBob paper." "It's a birthday party." "It's a *target-rich environment*." "There'll be clowns, Bill." "I'm not afraid of clowns." "You cried at the circus." "That was one time, and that mime was aggressive." "Okay, fine. How do we get in?" "Easy. I rented a bounce house. We show up as delivery guys, inflate the thing, grab the loot, deflate, roll out." "You rented a bounce house." "Under a fake name. 'Hoppy McJumperson.'" "Bill." "What?" "That is the stupidest alias I have ever heard, and I once worked with a man named Derek Derekson." "It's whimsical. Birthday parties love whimsy." "What about the parents?" "Goodie bags. Laced." "Bill!" "Laced with *cookies*, Molly, God, what kind of monster do you think I am?" "The kind robbing a first-grader." "A *wealthy* first-grader. Say it with the adjective, it sounds better." "And the presents?" "Into the bounce house. We deflate it with the loot inside. Nobody checks a sad pile of vinyl." "...Bill, that's actually brilliant." "I know. Now grab the clown nose."