Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHSKPG2THHKQ4EW1271Z5X1

“Bill, you’re sure this is the one? A kiddie party? We’re stealing from toddlers now?” “Toddlers with rich parents, Molly. Those presents are stacked like pirate treasure. We hit it during musical chairs, in and out.” “I draw the line at wearing the clown suit. I’m not painting my face.” “You’re not the clown, I’m the clown. You’re the balloon artist. Nobody suspects balloon artists. We slip in, I do the funny walk, you palm the gift bags while they’re distracted by my balloon poodle.” “Your balloon poodle looks like a sausage with legs. Last time a kid cried.” “Exactly. Tears create chaos. Chaos is our friend. While they’re consoling little Timmy, we vacuum up the loot. Think of it as early redistribution of wealth.” “I’m thinking more like we’re going to hell, Bill. What’s next, nicking teeth from under pillows?” “Don’t tempt me. Focus. You enter from the garden pretending to deliver the bouncy castle. I burst out of the cake yelling ‘It’s magic time!’ Then we both yell ‘Pin the tail on the donkey’ and start stuffing sacks.” “You’ve actually practiced yelling ‘It’s magic time,’ haven’t you?” “Every morning in the shower. You in or not?” “Fine. But if I end up twisting balloon animals while you moonwalk in size-twenty shoes, I’m keeping the biggest teddy bear.”