Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8YYMV29KWGSEDXFXB94M4W

Molly bursts through the door, clutching torn blueprints. "Bill, these kids’ party loot is begging to be liberated." Bill, balancing two oversized sacks over his shoulder, grumbles, "You sure we’re not biting off more than we can carry? Birthday gifts are no walk in the park." Molly tosses a shiny invitation onto the table. "We strike at noon. Pin the tail on the donkey starts then, every adult’s distracted, guard dogs distracted by cake crumbs." Bill snorts. "And how do we bypass the laser tag kids? They’ll tag us faster than cops." Molly smirks. "We wear identical unicorn onesies. They’ll think we’re entertainment. While they shriek, we hit the gift mountain." Bill rubs his chin. "Risky. One slip, we get swarmed by sugar-crazed six-year-olds." Molly waves a blueprint. "Back exit by the bouncy castle. We bolt before the clown calls reinforcements." Bill hoists the sacks higher. "Fine. But if the loot’s nothing but socks, you owe me unicorn-free cover." Molly grins. "Deal. Let’s wrap this party early."