Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCTG57DJB5K34QNC3JNCDW2

Are you entirely certain about this, Bill? Utterly positive, Molly. It is a toddler birthday bash. Precisely. High reward, zero tactical resistance. They have miniature plastic handcuffs, Bill. We use wire cutters. What is the main objective? Stealing the Lego Death Star from little Timmy. And how do we infiltrate the heavily fortified bounce house? In disguise, obviously. I am the clown, you are the artisanal juice box vendor. I refuse to wear the red nose, Bill. It pinches my sinuses. Fine, wear the squeaky shoes instead. We strike at three o'clock sharp. Why three o'clock? Because that is when the piñata distraction protocol initiates. You filled a papier-mâché donkey with smoke bombs? Stink bombs, Molly. Much more psychological trauma for the prepubescent elite. You are a deeply disturbed professional. And you are wearing the wrong trousers for a stealth operation. Corduroy makes a swishing sound when I pivot. It sounds like a nest of angry badgers. Change them immediately. Fine, but I am keeping the neon suspenders. They inspire terror.