Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ038GXM39J6D5XT1VES1KYR

Molly traced the blueprint on the dashboard, the van smelling faintly of stale donuts. "Okay, Bill. The bounce house is the distraction. You create the ruckus near the piñata station. I'll slip in the side door while the grown-ups chase you." Bill rubbed his hands together, eyes gleaming. "Ruckus? I'll be a one-man hurricane! Bouncing off walls, knocking over cups, maybe 'accidentally' pop a balloon near the mayor's wife. Oh, the loot! All those unwrapped treasures!" Molly sighed. "Focus on the distraction, Bill. Not becoming the party's main event. And remember, it's presents, not toys. We need speed. Grab and go. No sentimental attachments." Bill puffed out his chest. "Sentimental? Molly, these are *unopened* presents! Pure potential! That Lego set could fund our retirement! The dollhouse alone could pay for our next safe house!" "Just make noise, Bill. Distract them away from the side door. And for heaven's sake, don't actually eat any of the cake." Molly started the engine. "Let's get this childish caper underway." Bill bounced in his seat. "Operation Pinata Punch is a go! Let's plunder the playroom!"