Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HA9HP07WVWGYV012GC114B

"The bouncy castle is our Trojan horse," Molly whispered, adjusting her neon tutu. Bill squinted at the invitation. "You're wearing tutus?" "Infiltration gear, Bill. Pass me the dart gun loaded with sleeping-dart gummy bears." "How do you expect kids to stay asleep after eating half a pound of sugary darts?" "Then we time it right. We hit during the piñata phase. Everyone's distracted by the donkey beating them up with a stick." "Cruel, but effective. What about the parents? There were twelve of them near the cake table." "Distraction protocol Alpha. I trip over the gift wrap; they panic. You sweep the pile while they call the nanny." "And if someone notices us vanishing with three hundred Xboxes in a laundry cart?" "We tell them we're a charitable mime troupe redistributing wealth. It plays well in this neighborhood." "What about the dog?" Bill asked, clutching his satchel. "That poodle has eyes like a hawk." "Treats in the pocket. Bribing the beast since '98. Now focus." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "I hate that it might work." "Just remember, Bill. No stealing the good juice boxes. That's amateur hour."