Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHRQCH952093KM63RGXAD40

“We’re really doing this, Bill? Crashing a kiddie party for some plastic trucks and half-eaten cake?” “Presents, Molly. Whole table of them. Little Timmy’s getting a bicycle. We’re getting a bicycle. Think of the resale.” “You want me to shimmy down the chimney in a Mrs. Claus costume while twenty sugar-high goblins scream?” “Better than the vent again. Last time you got stuck and I had to pretend I was the piñata.” “I still have candy in my bra. Focus. We hit at peak present-opening, right after the magician leaves.” “Magician’s our inside man. He’s gonna ‘accidentally’ set off the smoke bombs. Chaos equals cover.” “Smoke bombs at a children’s party? You monster.” “Monster with a getaway van full of stolen Xboxes, love. You in or what?” “Fine, but I’m wearing the dinosaur costume. Nobody suspects the T-Rex.” “Deal. Just don’t eat the birthday boy this time.” “That was one time and he tasted like regret. We grab the gifts, bolt through the balloon arch, and vanish before the parents finish their sangria.” “Beautiful. Now help me glue googly eyes on these walkie-talkies. They’re our ‘party favors.’” “You’re an evil genius.” “Thank you. Pass the glitter.”