Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5DTBRTCYMVERGAG353NFD

Molly traced a chubby crayon line on the crinkled map. "The objective is the Vandenberg living room," she whispered, her voice hushed with a gravity usually reserved for international jewel exchanges. "Codenamed: 'The Bouncy Castle Fortress'." Bill, chewing nervously on a plastic cocktail sword, nodded. "Intel confirms the primary security system is a Yorkshire Terrier named Mr. Snuffles. Highly volatile." The planning table was a masterpiece of low-budget espionage. Party invitations were surveillance photos, a half-eaten cupcake marked the kitchen exit, and a tower of LEGOs represented the gift pile. Molly pointed a stern finger at a diagram of a piñata. "The donkey is a diversion. Our window is during the sugar-fueled chaos post-destruction." She slid a tiny, glitter-filled backpack across the table. "Your gear. Containment for the loot." Bill peeked inside. "It's covered in unicorns." "Operational necessity," Molly stated, adjusting her landlady-disguise glasses. "We infiltrate as friendly aunts. You handle the distraction. I’ll secure the assets." Bill paled. "What's the distraction?" "You'll be leading the chicken dance." He swallowed hard. "The things we do for a box of Lego."