Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8NH91ZCHV4YKVK6BC4RNG

The community hall smelled overwhelmingly of sugar and misplaced enthusiasm. Streamers, a sticky, pink menace, draped from every available surface. Molly surveyed the scene with a professional grimace. A veritable avalanche of brightly wrapped presents sat beneath a banner proclaiming "Lily's 5th Birthday Bash!" Bill, meanwhile, was attempting to discreetly sniff a giant inflatable bouncy castle. He’d stopped short of actually jumping in, thankfully. "Think they'll have security?” he mumbled, more to the bouncy castle than to her. Molly ignored him, calculating the precise angle to snag a particularly impressive-looking box adorned with sparkly unicorns. It was clearly something special. "Likely just Brenda from next door. She bakes like a maniac but her security skills are questionable." Bill finally detached himself from the inflatable beast. "Brenda? Seriously? Armed with a spatula, maybe?" He bounced slightly, a pathetic imitation of a child's glee. Molly rolled her eyes. "Just focus, Bill. We’re after the Lego Millennium Falcon, remember? And the pony plushie. Operation Sugar Rush is a go." She reached for a nearby balloon, testing its elasticity with a suspicious look.