Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DSJMPRRE5F7M1RTM56V01

“Bill, we’re not just waltzing into a six-year-old’s unicorn party with a sack.” “Why not? I’ve got a glitter beard, they’ll think I’m a disgraced wizard. You’re the long-lost aunt with carpal tunnel from wrapping too many gifts. We hug, we grab, we waddle out.” “Their security is a bouncy castle. You’ll get motion sickness and confess everything.” “I’ll take a Dramamine. Now, the presents: pile them in the 'Magic Recycling Van'?” “It’s a 2003 Corolla with a muffler that screams. No magic. We need a distraction.” “I hired a pony.” “You hired a pony.” “A devious one. He’s going to trot through the cake, they’ll all chase him, and we’ll yell 'present inspectors' and stuff the loot into piñatas.” “They’re filled with candy, Bill.” “That’s why we bring our own empty piñatas. Look, I’ve drawn a schematic on this napkin. That’s you, that’s me, these are the screaming toddlers. The X is the mountain of toys.” “You’ve illustrated my nervous breakdown with a purple crayon.” “It’s lavender. It denotes stealth. Now, the grab-and-go: I’ll snatch the trampoline-wrapped tablet, you handle the deluxe chemistry set. In and out in five minutes, before the clown starts twisting balloon animals.” “Barry the Balloon Guy? We can’t cross Barry. He knows my mother.” “Fine. We’ll cut him in for a helium tank. He’ll make us poodle alibis. Are you in?” “Only if I get the top bunk in the getaway minivan.”