Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ72P65STBJTPZJ6BJ50BF27

Molly hissed, "Bill, check the perimeter. Is the mom still distracted by the piñata?" Bill whispered, "She's got glitter in her hair and a wine stain on her blouse. Distraction confirmed. We have a window of four minutes before the cake cuts." Molly checked, "Four minutes? That's cutting it close. What's the loot distribution?" Bill nodded, "Three large wrapped boxes near the tree, a stack of smaller items under the table, and did you see the drone delivery?" Molly pointed, "The drone? Don't tell me we're up against a Mavic with a gift tag?" Bill sighed, "Worse. It's an RC helicopter with a bag. I've seen you cry over less, Bill." Molly grumbled, "I have not cried. I was allergic to the confetti. How do we breach?" Bill stepped, "I distract the birthday kid with a magic trick, you grab the sack." Molly waited, "My magic trick is pulling a chicken out of a pocket. That kid has seen that routine twice." Bill lunged, "Just go for the legs. Kick the tablecloth. Chaos ensues, we scoop. grab-and-go." "And if the father intervenes?" "You remind him we're the entertainment. Now get in the clown van and stop reading the menu, you're losing time!"