Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9JQECMQTNNBN1363EW1VC

"Okay, so we go in through the bounce castle," Bill said. "Through the *bounce castle*? Bill, that's a physical barrier made of air. You don't sneak through a bounce castle, you bounce through it, loudly, while eight-year-olds scream." "They'll think I'm entertainment." "You're forty-seven and you smell like a gas station burrito." "Kids love burritos." "Nobody loves burritos that much. Focus. The presents are on the table by the cake. We grab the bag, we're out in ninety seconds." "Ninety seconds! Molly, do you know how many presents an eight-year-old gets these days? It's obscene. There's probably a drone in there." "Which is exactly why we're stealing it." "Right, right. Okay, but what about the clown?" "What clown?" "The invitation said 'Zippy the Clown, 3pm.' It's 2:58." "So we've got two minutes before some man named Zippy shows up and ruins everything." "Or helps us. Clowns carry big bags too. Nobody questions a second bag." "We are not disguising ourselves as clowns, Bill." "I already bought the noses." "You bought—Bill, we don't have time for noses!" "There's always time for noses, Molly. That's rule one." "That is not a rule. That has never been a rule." "It's my rule." "Just get in the car."