Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEN5XVW0E4A7R9PJSPXP9M

Molly: "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a bunch of kids at a party, it seems a bit lowbrow for us." Bill: "Come on, Moll. We've pulled off more daring heists. This'll be a walk in the park. Plus, think of all the loot - unopened presents, cake, maybe even some fancy toys!" Molly: "I don't know, Bill. My kid instincts are tingling. This doesn't feel quite right. We could end up…" Bill: "Look, we've got a solid plan. In and out before the cake is cut, right after the magic show. The kids'll be mesmerized, and the parents will be too Tipsy. I tell you, this is our perfect mark." Molly: "Yeah? What happens when a four-year-old yells 'stranger danger!' and starts wailing for his mommy?" Bill: "Then you pour a tall glass of shame and drink it, because you just got caught trying to lift presents from kids. Who are you? Oliver Twist?" Molly: "It's a Harry Potter reference, but sure, Oliver Twist sounds more fitting here. Alright, let's do this. But I swear, if any kid starts crying, it's on you to calm them down." Bill: "Deal. Oh, and Moll? Could you be the 'pretty lady' for the evening this go? Kidney Bean Party doesn't exactly scream Le Coq Au Vin, if you know what I mean." Molly: "You're the expert here, Bean Master. If you think impersonating a pony dress-up seems less suspicious, I guess we're doing that." Bill: "Great! But hey, if you get stuck in the pony costume, just imagine me on the outside, coasting. Everything you do, gains common points for Team Us, Team Zest, Team TKD!" Molly: "Team Kiddie Duck?" Bill: "Close, but no cigar. Team Kick Down...the Door...no, actually... nah, just forget it. We've got the heist to focus on, Moll." Molly: "That's what she said, ahem... Wait, that's not funny. Listen, just stay near the cupcakes in case things go south with the pony bit. I'll handle the main event." Bill: "Fine, but if you mess this up, remember, we're a team. Sisters and Bros behind." Molly: "A knee slapper, Bill. Truly." Bill: "I think I see our opening. Ready? I'm going for the pony carrot giveaway. You swoop in for the presents." Molly: "I'll swoop, you flap. Alright, until midnight, then. Good luck, halfwit. Suits off if the cops come." Bill: "I hear you. The ponyero starts now, Birdgood. Time to jingle those bells! Or brasses... whatever... snarl the tongue!" Molly: "Neigh." Bill: "Neeigh?" Molly: "I told him neigh! Why is this so complicated already? Alright, bro, time to shimmy and shank those sugar cubes. May the odds be ever in your favor." Bill: "And your gun!" Molly: "Gun? Oh, this isn't the Hunger Games. It's a kiddie party, Bill. Own up to being soft in the head. Time to roll."