Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H57XFRFK31ZGN06G8A09QD

"Bill, explain to me again why we're robbing a birthday party." "Because, Molly, eight-year-olds get presents like hedge funds get bonuses." "Timmy Vanderbilt's turning nine. His parents bought him a pony. A pony, Bill." "We're not stealing the pony." "I know we're not stealing the pony. I'm just saying it sets the tone." "Okay, so the plan. I'm the balloon guy." "You're the balloon guy." "I make animals. Giraffes, poodles, swans. Kids love me, parents tip big, I case the gift table." "And I?" "You're my wife. We're the Hendersons. We love children." "I hate children." "Then love them quietly. Look, presents go in the bounce house for safekeeping—kids' logic, not mine. At cake time, everyone sings, everyone's distracted, we deflate our exit." "You brought a knife for the bounce house?" "I brought a knife for the bounce house." "Bill, what if the clown shows up?" "Timmy's terrified of clowns. His mother fired the clown." "So we're the villains at a party that already canceled its villain." "We're professionals, Molly." "Professionals who leave with a Nintendo Switch and a fossil excavation kit." "That fossil kit retails for sixty dollars." "Happy birthday, Timmy." "Happy birthday, Timmy. Now hand me that pump."