Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ73Y2Q9RQRFBC056VM2WEHE

"Okay, Bill, listen up," Molly hissed adjusting her tiara. "The target is the living room tree. We move at the cake cutting. That's when the parents are vulnerable, distracted by sugar crashes and 'Happy Birthday' chants." "Got it," Bill whispered, checking his fake mustache. "I'll create a distraction." "Don't use the inflatable dinosaur again. It scares the kids too much." "Fine, I'll just juggle the glow sticks until someone cries." "Perfect. While Bill causes a ruckus, I'll sweep the gift pile into the sack. Remember, no opening the loot until we're three towns over. The wrapping paper makes a lot of noise." "What if the dog sees us?" "The dog is with me. I have three premium biscuits in my garter." "And the parents?" "They won't know what hit them. By the time they check the tree, we'll be gone, leaving behind only a single, unblown balloon and a profound sense of confusion." "I love the confusion." "Focus, Bill. We're in this for the big stuff. The Nintendo Switches, the Lego castles, the premium chocolate coins." "What about the socks?" "Leave the socks. We have standards, Bill." "Right. Socks are for amateurs." "Bill, did you pack the burlap sacks?" "In the pocket. Shh."