Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0AM3PJTSRPNYW5CM8M4TCK

Molly crouches behind the inflatable castle, Bill whispers from the snack table. Molly: "Okay, the party starts in fifteen, kids will be glued to the clown, perfect distraction." Bill: "Yeah, the clown's juggling knives—big mistake, they'll be too busy watching those." Molly: "We need the back door, the one that leads straight to the gift table." Bill: "Got it. I scoped the hallway; the sensor alarm is set for thirty seconds after motion." Molly: "Thirty seconds? We can sprint in, grab everything, and be out before the kids notice." Bill: "Our exit plan includes the puppy tunnel, you know, the one with the fake bone." Molly: "Brilliant. I’ll disable the lights with this tiny flashlight, you handle the door." Bill: "Fine, but watch the confetti cannon—once it fires, everyone will be covered in glitter." Molly: "That’s actually our advantage; they'll be too busy cleaning to notice missing presents." Bill: "I'll grab the candy stash as a backup if the gifts are locked." Molly: "Lock? Those gift boxes are just cardboard. Easy." Bill: "Alright, on my count—three, two, one—go!" Molly: "Leave the balloon arch; kids love it." Bill: "Perfect. Let’s make it unforgettable." Bill: "We vanish before the cake cutting." Lights dim.