Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEA5BHRPMN8QTAX5DFZ3TJM

"Okay, Bill, run it by me again." "We go in as clowns, Molly. Nobody suspects clowns." "Everybody suspects clowns. Clowns are terrifying." "That's the beauty of it! They'll be too scared to look at the presents." "You're an idiot. What about the piñata?" "What about it?" "It's shaped like a unicorn, Bill. A unicorn full of candy. We could hide in there." "You want us to hide inside a papier-mâché unicorn." "You got a better idea?" "Yeah! The clown thing!" "Nobody's scared of you in a clown suit, Bill. You look like a sad dentist." "I do not." "You absolutely do. Fine, forget the unicorn. What's the actual plan?" "We wait till the kids do musical chairs. Total chaos. Screaming, crying, some kid named Tyler always bites somebody—" "How do you know there's a Tyler?" "There's always a Tyler. Point is, nobody's watching the gift table." "And then?" "We grab the loot, walk out the back, done." "That's it? That's the whole plan?" "What, you want balloons too?" "I want balloons *and* a getaway car, Bill." "Fine. Balloons and a car. Happy?" "Ecstatic. Let's go rob some six-year-olds."