Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DYR563WYXG9G9DQVNEVM4

"Bill, the clown suit is non-negotiable." "You said the same about the unicorn piñata, Molly." "That piñata is our Trojan horse." "It's papier-mâché and full of candy, not presents." "Exactly. While the kids commit sugar-based anarchy, we slip into the gift pile." "And the parents?" "Distracted by the magician. You hired him." "He kept asking why I carry lockpicks." "Tell him it's for balloon animals." "Balloon animals don't need tension wrenches." "They do if you're making a balloon swan that won't open." "Fine. What about the birthday boy?" "Toddler. Easily bribed with cake." "You mean distracted with cake." "Same thing. We swap the presents for wrapped bricks." "Bricks? Molly, that's cruel." "No, that's weight distribution. Santa's sack needs ballast." "Santa isn't real." "Then who ate the milk and cookies?" "That was you." "Allegedly. Now, the back gate has a bouncy castle." "We're stealing the bouncy castle too?" "No, Bill. We're using it as an escape slide. Presents first, moon bounce second." "Third. I want cake." "Deal. Put on the clown nose." "And the pony?" "There is no pony." "Then why did I rent a saddle?" "For the clown suit." "You're ruining the fantasy." "You're ruining the felony." "I hate you."