Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5HT9FWSYNJR27XD70PBBN

"Molly, you can't be serious." "Dead serious, Bill. The Henderson kid's birthday party. Pony rides, bouncy castle, forty presents minimum." "We're stealing from children now? Children, Molly?" "Billion-dollar corporations don't leave their safes unlocked, Bill. Children do." "That's not even... presents aren't in safes. What are you talking about?" "Focus. The house has an open floor plan. Parents will be distracted by cake time. We go in the back door, load the gift table into garbage bags, out through the garage." "Garbage bags? We're presenting the gifts in garbage bags?" "We'll bring the nice bags. The ones with handles." "The ones with handles. Great plan. Very professional." "Bill, last month you ate a security guard's entire lunch to distract him. Our bar is underground." "That guard had a sandwich problem, and I solved it. Besides, kids get too many presents anyway. We're basically Marie Kondo." "You don't know who Marie Kondo is, do you?" "Someone who steals presents?" "Close enough. Look, we're in and out in twelve minutes. You grab the door, I grab the goods." "And the pony?" "We are not stealing the pony, Bill." "I wasn't suggesting—" "You were absolutely suggesting." "...Can we talk about it on the drive?" "Fine. But if it doesn't fit in the sedan, it stays."