Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK95SHKS64JNEF4S9WMNARX

Molly adjusted the cartoon dinosaur mask over her black turtleneck and peered through the hedge at the chaos of balloons and frosting. Children swarmed the yard like sugar-high piranhas, shrieking around the mountainous gift table. A magician in a crooked top hat battled an overinflated unicorn balloon, losing. The parents clustered near the grill, distracted by smoke and arguments about gluten. Perfect cover. Bill’s stolen minivan idled at the curb, its “Princess Party Planner” magnet slightly crooked. In the back, a laundry basket waited for loot, lined with innocent duckling wrapping paper. Molly inhaled, tasting sugar, fear, and absurd ambition. "Bill, we're about to rob a bouncy castle, not Fort Knox; try to look less like a getaway driver and more like a disappointed uncle who forgot the batteries. Also, if anyone asks, your name is Sparkles, and you absolutely do not know how that piñata caught fire today anyway." "Sparkles is a strong criminal alias, thank you very much; kids trust clowns. Besides, your plan involves crawling through a ball pit ventilation duct; statistically, that's where childhood nightmares and old French fries go to die, not exactly a route optimized for stealth or personal dignity in my professional opinion."