Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ATQ7NCKDNRK0YFCWTKMHGP

"Alright, Bill, we’re hitting the Johnson’s birthday bash at three. Kids’ll be sugar-crazed, parents distracted—perfect chaos." "Chaos? More like a warzone. Last time I saw that many kids hyped up on cake, a piñata got mistaken for a hostage." "Focus. You take the gift table. I’ll handle the distraction—maybe knock over the clown." "Clown? You’re sending me in with a clown? I hate clowns." "Then don’t look at him. Just grab the loot and go." "And the dog? Mrs. Johnson’s got that yappy little—" "Pocket a steak. Problem solved." "Fine. But if I get glue in my hair from some arts and crafts disaster, I’m blaming you." "Deal. Now, what’s our exit?" "Same way we came—through the bounce house. No one suspects the inflatable castle." "Genius. Just don’t bounce. You’re not a kid, Bill." "Says the woman who just planned a heist around a clown."