Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEDN5SSAW83DNR9M3Z652C

Molly tapped her pen on the table, staring at the blueprints. "The security's a joke, Bill. They're trusting a six-year-old's balloon animal to keep us out." Bill scratched his beard. "Calling it 'Operation Toy Soldiers' was a mistake. Remind people of Santa's workshop, not a professional job." "We could go in through the ceiling, but that's risky. I've seen the twins in there. They're gonna be everywhere. Watch out for little Jake. He bit Bob last week." "Bob was asking for it. 'Let's play doctor' isn't how you occupy a seven-year-old at a stakeout. Besides, we'll have the element of surprise. No one expects seasoned criminals to care about birthday parties." "Especially not one with dinosaur cupcakes. Do you think they'll miss the presents if we leave a 'thank you' note?" "Depends what it says. 'Hope you had a fun birthday! We did!' is probably too specific." "I was thinking more abstract. 'The universe demanded these toys. Respect the cosmic balance.'" "This is why I brought you along, Molly. You package crime with poetry." "Maybe we act like we're just two weird uncles who missed the party? Could buy us time if anyone's actually paying attention." "No, we dress as cleaning crew. Come on, we've got to go shop for mops that look less stolen." "You said mops don't clue people in. You said we should get practical!"