Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HHYWTQTP15N4GAF3ANWY68

Molly peered through the hedges and tapped the diagram. "Put on the snout, Bill. Zero hour approaches." "Do I have to be Peppa Pig? The rubber snout chafes my nose, Molly." "Professionals endure chafing. Look: bounce house on the perimeter, juice station dead ahead, and the mother lode, the gift table, beside the patio doors." Bill adjusted his foam ears and groaned nervously. "What about the hostiles?" "Ten toddlers, hopped up on blue raspberry frosting. Highly volatile, zero discipline. If they swarm, deploy the decoy." "The smoke grenade?" "The animal crackers, idiot! Then we bag the loot. Little Timmy’s getting a drone, Bill. A high-spec quadcopter with night vision. It belongs in a pawn shop, not his sticky, ungrateful hands." "What if the clown intervenes? He looks shifty." "Binky? He makes thirty bucks an hour. He won't risk his neck for a plastic kitchen playset. Now, is your sack ready?" "Sack ready, snout secured, pockets stuffed with fruit snacks." "Remember our code: ruthless, silent, undetectable." "Wait, is that double-fudge chocolate cake?" She glared hard. "Eyes on the prize, you fool! We take the Lego Millennium Falcon first, then the video games, then the bicycle. Move in three, two, one, crawl!"