Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HB46W04Z03ABJE0CFKS317

Molly whispered, "Okay, listen up. The target is the living room. Specifically, under that tree draped in tinsel that screams tax write-off." Bill adjusted his nose guard. "And the security?" "A golden retriever named Buster who thinks everyone is his best friend, and Mom in yoga pants holding a mug labeled World's Okayest Mom. If we move like ninjas, she won't even look up from her phone." "Seriously, what about the piñata? It really looks structurally unsound but emotionally volatile." "Definitely leave the piñata. We only want the big stuff. The Lego castle, the Nintendo Switch, and whatever that plastic dinosaur does." "Right. What's the extraction route?" "Back window. You go first. I'll watch for cake crumbs." "Crumbs are a distraction tactic." "No, they're a tripping hazard. Remember, zero trace, maximum loot. Also, check the stocking with the glitter glue. That's usually where the real gold hides." "On it. But if the birthday boy catches us, do we tell him we're just borrowing everything for an emergency Lego repair?" "Sure. And if the dog bites you, admit you're a squirrel. Also, what about the napkins? Are they biodegradable?" "Only if we use them as shivs. Now zip your mask, partner."