Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0929YJ247RGY7HCGZJ4EZ9

"So, the plan. We go in at two, right after the piñata is smashed." "No, two is chaos. Sugar-fueled, screaming chaos. We go in at one-fifteen, during the musical chairs. Maximum distraction." "And how do we get the presents? They're all piled under a table. It's a fortress of wrapping paper and bad art." "That's where you come in, Bill. You're on 'decorative distraction.' I'll provide the music." "How? You don't have a boombox." "I will hum. The 'Mission: Impossible' theme, but very, very badly. They'll be too confused to notice you." "And what about the birthday boy? He’s got eyes like a hawk." "He's seven. His eyes are on the cake. You just have to move with the grace of a cat burglar. Or at least a clumsy raccoon." "A clumsy raccoon in a black ski mask. Got it. So, I'm the clumsy raccoon, you’re the terrible humming machine. This is the dumbest heist we've ever planned." "It’s a work of art, Bill. A stupid, sticky work of art."