Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7Z80ST4VZZR45Q5QKBBQV

The bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink behemoth pulsating with shrieks and the frantic thumping of tiny feet. Molly chewed nervously on a strand of her fiery red hair, squinting at the scene. Bill, meanwhile, was meticulously sketching a diagram in the dirt with a twig, occasionally pausing to meticulously rearrange a nearby pebble. He’d decided the inflatable slide was the key, a perfect distraction. A small girl in a tiara ran past, narrowly avoiding a collision with Bill's leg. He didn’t even flinch, maintaining his focused gaze upon the diagram. Streamers, balloons, an astonishing quantity of brightly wrapped boxes – it was a veritable mountain of loot. He estimated at least sixty presents, possibly more. The sheer volume was almost overwhelming. Molly kicked at a stray party favour, a miniature plastic pirate ship. “Think they’ll miss them?” she mumbled. Bill offered a brief, dismissive wave without looking up. He added a tiny, detailed illustration of a clown. "Precision, Molly. It's all about precision." He circled the clown three times with his twig. "Minimum disruption." He then meticulously erased the clown with the side of his thumb.