Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCY8M4Q68MMR8KMVN85626T

"Pass me the blue glitter, Bill." "Are we really doing this, Molly? It's a seven-year-old's birthday." "Correction, it's Mayor Higgins' daughter's birthday. That kid is sitting on an untouched goldmine of unopened Lego sets, collectible ponies, and cash-stuffed envelopes from indulgent grandparents." "I still feel sleazy. We're robbing children." "We're redistributing toys to local pawn shops. Keep your eyes on the prize." "What's the entry strategy?" "We blend in. You're wearing the clown suit, right?" "It pinches in the crotch, Molly." "Beauty is pain, Bill. I'll be the face painter. While I'm distracting the hyperactive mobs with terrible cheek-butterflies, you slip upstairs to the present table." "And the getaway?" "The bounce house." "The bounce house?" "Hear me out. We deflate it onto the courtyard, creating total pandemonium, slide down the drainpipe with the loot bags, and blend into the neighborhood." "What about the dog?" "I packed liver snaps." "And the mayor?" "He'll be too busy eating custom sugar cookies to notice two suspicious entertainers hauling three hundred pounds of plastic junk into a getaway van." "You're a genius, Molly." "I know, Bill. Now put on your red nose."