Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEKKGJNE4W0ZKNJTQ0VPXD

"I can't believe we're doing this, Bill. Children's party? That's a new low even for you." "Low? This is a golden opportunity, Molly! Uno's got the worst security imaginable. No cameras, just a ‘big kids play in the backyard' zone that we can slip right into." "Slip into a children's party? We'll stick out like a zebra at a dog park. You're not exactly discreet, Bill." "Have I ever failed? Ever, Molly?" "Only that time at the bingo hall—" "That was a misunderstanding. The balls were unusually slippery that night. Look, all we have to do is blend in until the presents are unwrapped. Some mom jeans, a slap bracelet, and this tutu I found..." The tutu was neon pink with $"5 OFF TACOS" printed all over it. "I can probably get one eye to stay open this time, but where're we stashing the loot? You can't exactly carry a stack of presents for kids named ‘Charlie' and ‘Lily' without raising suspicion." "We case the joint on the way out, count just until the gift table is unsupervised. I say we go for sparkly princess stuff—girls gifts are more valuable. Boy stuff is action figures and turning things to toys, which are bulky." "This is insane. We're grown adults robbing a birthday party." "Grown adults with Monorupal Diabetes and an uncashed winning ticket. We either hit the gift table or risk eviction. Besides, who's gonna suspect the birthday party guests?" "They're three, Bill! They can't even tie their own shoes, let alone send us to prison!" "Exactly. Now help me get this tutu over my weapon holster. It'll relapse screaming if we try to break in with a full arsenal."