Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ATWM569ZAK81GHNKVJZN79

"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 five-year-olds, one bit me." "Focus. You take the gift table, I’ll handle the piñata. It’s basically a vault with candy instead of lasers." "Piñata’s a decoy. Real loot’s in the gift bags. But Mrs. Johnson’s got eyes like a hawk." "Then we distract her. Spill punch on her dress. Classic." "Classy. And when the kids swarm us?" "Blame the clown. Everyone hates the clown." "Fine. But if I get stuck in a ball pit again, I’m taking you down with me." "Deal. In and out, no witnesses. Except maybe the kid who always cries." "Ugh, the crier. Worst lookout ever." "Just move fast. And for God’s sake, don’t eat the evidence." "Too late. Already pocketed a lollipop." "Bill." "What? It’s research."