Run: 2026-05-10-01KR93A52TPWCSRGEHRAYMQJYP

"The perimeter is secure, Bill. I've neutralized the perimeter guard." "The Golden Retriever?" "He's distracted by a slice of pepperoni pizza. Now, the target." "The pile of presents in the living room?" "Exactly. We strike during the piñata chaos." "Why the piñata?" "Because when thirty sugar-crazed seven-year-olds charge a cardboard donkey, nobody notices two adults in oversized dinosaur costumes sneaking toward the gift table." "I'm not wearing the T-Rex suit, Molly. It chafes." "You're the Stegosaurus, Bill. Just deal with it." "Is the getaway vehicle ready?" "The ice cream truck is idling in the driveway. We load the loot, hit the siren, and vanish into the suburbs." "What about the cake?" "Bill, we are professional thieves, not gluttons." "It's a triple-layer chocolate fudge cake." "Fine. We take the cake." "I knew I liked you." "Shut up and get in the costume." "Do I get a hat?" "No." "Typical." "Ready? Three, two, one... Rawr!"