Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ783D8J3ZTNNMQW087RRYC1

Molly adjusted her mask. "You call this stealth? We're hiding behind a piñata unicorn while the baby eats paste?" Bill clutched a trash bag. "It's craft supplies! Now hush, the Birthday Boy approaches the cake." Molly peeked through a streamer. "I'm counting. PS5. Mountain of Lego. We need a second cart." Bill checked the defibrillator. "One cart holds a trash bag and a stolen defibrillator. Focus!" Molly smirked. "Defibrillator for toddler toys? Preparing for moral collapse?" Bill straightened his ears. "Diversion prop! Shock the puppy. Everyone panics. Panic is key." Molly poked his ribs. "No puppy. Stuffed bear. You're vibrating." Bill jumped. "Balloon arch is humming!" Molly pointed to the parents. "Teeth chattering. Parents look away. Go time. Grab Lego, ignore bear." Bill reached for a box. "Bear stays! Vintage! Emotional support!" Molly grabbed his wrist. "Dollar bin plush. Move." Bill sweat. "Coming! Did you tell the clown?" Molly nodded at the corner. "He's our insider. Grab the wrap or I zip-tie you!" Molly: "Look at the stack of gifts. The wrapping paper alone could buy that defibrillator back three times." Bill: "We steal the toys. Or we steal the balloons. I'm flexible under pressure." Molly: "Flexible? You once cried over a confiscated juice box. Grab the heavy stuff first." Bill: "How do I know if the bear is vintage? It has a missing eye and a button nose!" Molly: "That's the charm, you idiot. Or it's pure junk. Just bag the bear."