Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA60XJBPQDASG8S6RA6EZ0

In the shadow of the inflatable castle, Molly crouched behind a hedge, studying the battlefield of balloons and frosting. Bill lay beside her, clutching binoculars obviously stolen from a much more competent criminal. Beyond the fence, children screamed with the weaponized joy of unlimited sugar, circling a mountainous altar of wrapped boxes. Streamers fluttered like warning flags nobody could read. Molly adjusted her backpack, where lockpicks nestled between glitter glue sticks and a cartoon unicorn thermos, stolen earlier. She’d disguised their getaway car as a bouncy-castle delivery van, complete with wobbling plastic giraffe bolted to the roof. Bill checked his watch, a waterproof model in case of unexpected sprinklers or morally outraged parents wielding garden hoses. "Observation: tiny humans, no security," Molly whispered. "Except that clown," Bill muttered. "Clown's nothing; focus on presents," she said. "Fine." He sighed. A gust of wind rattled the paper plates, sending cartoon dinosaurs skittering across the grass like fleeing witnesses. From the speakers, bubblegum pop blared instructions about clapping hands and turning around, which doubled as a security lullaby. Molly tapped her blueprint: a crayon drawing of the backyard annotated with arrows, escape routes, and one ominous unicorn. She set her timer for chaos.