Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8R17B57V4Y51VBFZVPM87

The bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue monstrosity dominating the suburban lawn. Streamers drooped like exhausted party favors, and the air shimmered with the sugary scent of melted frosting and desperation. Molly, clutching a pair of binoculars, surveyed the scene with the intensity of a general assessing a battlefield. Bill, meanwhile, was attempting to blend in by mimicking the erratic movements of a five-year-old chasing bubbles. A truly terrifying sight. He tripped over a rogue croquet hoop. "Oof," he mumbled. Molly didn't lower the binoculars. "Graceful, as always." The chaos was glorious. Children, fueled by cake and excitement, were a swirling mass of tiny limbs and shrill laughter. Security, it seemed, consisted of a man in a giant rabbit costume struggling to keep a balloon from flying away. Perfect. The target, a table piled high with brightly wrapped presents, sat directly beneath a banner proclaiming “Lily’s 6th Birthday!” Molly zoomed in. "Look at that," she breathed, "a genuine Thomas the Tank Engine. Our payday just got significantly better.” Bill picked himself up, brushing grass from his increasingly ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. "Right then. Operation Sugar Rush is a go?"