Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ06GAZPPA2YP4Q7YVF62Z61

"Alright, Operation Pinata Panic," Molly whispered, adjusting her balaclava. "We hit during 'musical chairs'. Chaos is our ally." Bill peered over the hedge. "That's a lot of tiny witnesses, Mol." "Please. They're easily distracted by shiny things. You'll be distraction duty." "Me? I look like a grumpy garden gnome in this!" "Exactly! You'll blend in with the decorations. Just wander near the snack table." "And the presents?" "I'll be 'Uncle Fumbles'. Dropped a hat, need help picking up 'accidentally' near the gift table." "Uncle Fumbles? Original." "Shush. The piñata is the backup. If we get spotted, crack it open. Sugar rush equals panic." Bill sighed. "So, my job is look gnomish and maybe cause a sugar-induced riot?" "Essentially. Keep the little monsters off me while I liberate the loot." "And if they question the gnome?" "You tell them you're the new hired entertainment. 'Gnome for Hire'. It'll be hilarious." Bill nodded slowly. "Okay. But if I get stuck reading 'Happy Birthday' to a five-year-old, you owe me big time." "Deal. Now, move gnome-face!" Molly hissed, melting towards the brightly lit house.