Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0ANNXJZCTPS0PKP8VFDCZP

Molly: Okay, plan's simple. We hit the party Saturday. Cake time, maximum distraction. Bill: Maximum distraction? Those kids are hyped on sugar. They'll be bouncing off the walls. Molly: That's the distraction, Bill. While they're hyperventilating over frosting, we grab the loot. Bill: Loot? It's a pile of plastic junk wrapped in paper. Who cares? Molly: We do! It's a job. Clean sweep. All presents. No leftovers. Bill: What about the clown? Guy's creepy. Saw him juggling squirrels last year. Molly: We avoid the clown. Stick to the shadows near the bounce house. Flank it. Bill: Flank the bounce house? What if someone's in it? Molly: Then wait. Patience, Bill. We wait for the piñata. Chaos then. Guaranteed. Bill: Piñata? Smack it open, candy everywhere. Perfect cover. But... what if the birthday kid opens a gift early? Molly: We improvise. You distract with terrible magic tricks. I'll grab the pile. Bill: Terrible? My disappearing coin routine's legendary. Okay, deal. Clown avoidance, bounce house flanking, piñata panic. Operation Pinata Panic. Molly: Operation Pinata Panic? Bill, that's the worst name we've ever had. Bill: It's catchy! Now, about the getaway... I know a shortcut through the neighbor's inflatable castle...