Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ72VTQDFV154XQHASERF46G

Molly glared. "Stop vibrating, Bill. You'll trigger the sprinklers." Bill bounced. "I'm not shaking. That fondant cake could sustain my soul." "Forget the sugar. Perimeter?" "Parents are distracted by the magician's bad snake tricks. Vent shaft?" "Too obvious. We blend in." "As entertainment?" "No. As the gift table. Swap the hamper with this hollow crate." "How do we clear the room?" "I trip the piñata. Chaos allows the haul." "You'll just get stuck." "Perfect. Chaos works." "The dog?" "What dog?" "The Golden Retriever in the party hat. Laser pointer taped to its nose." "Intel didn't mention a laser hound." "New intel means abort the presents. Save the cake. Leave the dog." "Coward." "Going in. Move the crate." "Wait! The parents have a laser dog!" "Fine. We swap the loot, but leave a tax audit form in the hamper to ruin their credit score." "Diabolical. Now hide that retriever or I drop the piñata." "What about the balloon animals?" "Let them pop. Sticky residue confuses the guards." "Who's watching the kids?" "The clown. He's in for a payout." "Did you pack the bubble wrap?" "Only the good stuff, Molly. The industrial grade." "The van's window?" "Cracked. Just in case."