Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEGNEN35KV6EDYKZ9ZRABC

Molly: Alright, Bill, we got a real tricky one lined up for tonight. Bill: Oh yeah? Better be worth my time. Last job left me with nothing but a Unicycling Llama plushie and a box of stale cupcakes. Molly: Haha, shut it! We're hitting up the Johnson's Little Tommy's 7th birthday bash. You know, the CEO of MegaCorp? Bill: Sweet! I heard that rich fella doesn't scrimp on the presents. Half the place is probably sitting in a giant pile of Sony VR headsets and Nintendo Switches. Molly: You nailed it! Except maybe we take those instead. Bill: Hey, I could already live without swag for the week! Molly: Yeh, I know. To sum up, Little Timmy is having the bash at the courthouse lawn and we're casing it tonight so we can hit it once the place is rockin' tomorrow. Bill: Ahh see, I knew there was a reason I hated bringing my family to those things! How the hell are we supposed to pull this off though? Molly: Kiddo! You see, thanks to my ex-headmistress, we've both got pretty decent forgeries going on. You're a big toy manufacturing mogul there. And I'd say we should work on those NOW. I'll deal with the actual case. Bill: Dealing with the bambino is still you! Like I'm supposed to relate to something like that. Unlimited plushies, stop bothering us. Molly: I guess I'm predominantly stuck with the little gremlin. I'll get to it. You just get to my pad and we'll forge some about one hour after checkout time. Bill: Right, right, alright! I'll see you at your screamy abode in about an hour. Don't be late! Molly: Oh, I promise I'll be there Bill! Bill: Oh, hahaha. Just kidding! I'll be there, probably a few seconds after you. Left in plenty of time, just too spent. Yeah, get this done: Molly: I will Bill. Bill: Bye! Molly: Goodbye for the impersonal communications guy.