Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7K68BTXNNRHT6EXYN0EHA

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue monstrosity dominating the suburban lawn. Molly surveyed the scene with a practiced eye, noting the strategically placed pinwheels and a swarm of sugar-fueled five-year-olds. Bill, meanwhile, was meticulously dismantling a child’s superhero cape with a pair of miniature scissors. “Think they’ll notice a missing Spiderman suit?” he mumbled, more to the cape than to Molly. “Focus, Bill,” she sighed, smoothing down the ridiculous striped leggings she'd insisted they wear. “Operation Sugar Rush requires precision, not costume commentary.” The balloon artist was currently twisting a poodle, blissfully unaware of the impending larceny. A small boy, dribbling juice, ran past, narrowly avoiding tripping over Bill’s discarded cape. Molly’s gaze shifted to the table overflowing with presents. A veritable mountain of brightly wrapped joy, ripe for the taking. The security, she noted, consisted of a grandmother attempting to mediate a dispute over a rogue bouncy ball. Simple. "Right," Bill muttered, holding up a single red thread. "Cape debris accounted for." Molly winced. "Just… just start scoping out the power wheels."