Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6V6SC9M3Y5RP5QFR1CGM1

"Bill, explain the plan again, slowly, because I think I misheard the part where you're dressed as a clown." "I'm Buttons. Buttons the Magnificent. You said we needed cover." "I said we needed A cover. Like a catering van. Not balloon animals, Bill." "The van was forty quid to rent. This costume was twelve." "Fine. Fine! So you're Buttons. I'm what, exactly?" "My lovely assistant." "At a five-year-old's birthday party, you're going to sneak thirty presents past thirty children who have the observational skills of tiny drunk detectives." "Kids are idiots, Molly." "Kids are NEVER idiots about presents, Bill. Presents are their whole religion." "Then we move during the cake. All eyes on the cake." "That's actually not bad." "Thank you." "And the escape?" "Balloon release. Chaos. We walk out the back with the loot sack." "You cannot outrun a room of sugared-up children, Bill. They travel in packs. I've seen it. It's like velociraptors." "It's one street, Molly. In and out." "And if a kid grabs the sack?" "I honk the nose. It's disorienting." "...Why do I work with you?" "Because last time YOU suggested we rob a toy shop dressed as elves." "In AUGUST, Bill. It was thematically bold." "Get in the van, Buttons."