Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HARYFTB25815FF7BVT92WR

"We can't just waltz in there, Bill. It's Leo's third birthday." Molly tugged her mustache. "The security is terrifying. Balloons everywhere and they're judging us. Also, the parents have clipboards. They're tracking consumption rates!" "Relax, Mols. Recon confirms the piñata is the distraction, the cake the decoy. We hit the tree during 'Happy Birthday' when eyes glaze with sugar. Phase one involves screaming about glitter. Phase two is the sack." Bill glanced down. "Does Santa look like me?" "You look like a raccoon fought by a dryer sheet. Wear the earflaps you stole from Old Man Henderson. If you sneeze, you're out. And leave the tinsel alone; static shock is not in the budget." Molly squinted through the slats. "Is that a motion-sensor bouncy castle?" "My suit has jam-proof mesh. The laser grid around the sandbox is merely decorative, really. I bag the Lego; you grab the socks and gift cards. Remember, non-lethal takedowns only. We're thieves, not villains, despite the matching tracksuits." "Gift cards? Cold even for us. What about the dog?" "Golden Retriever. Double-agent. Biscuits in my fanny pack. He's compromised. Last week I saw him wearing a party hat. Zip it, we've got twenty minutes until goodie bags. Move fast, billionaires by snack time. Grab a juice box for the road."