Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8XDHT20MCE40SR02RM7ZK

“Right, so glitter. Everywhere, apparently.” Molly said, picking a rogue speck off her leather jacket. “Glitter is the least of our worries. It’s the *ball pit*.” Bill groaned, sketching furiously in a notepad. “It’s a logistical nightmare. A swirling vortex of small, sticky children.” “We agreed, Bill, in and out. Grab the gifts, avoid direct contact. Like ninjas. Glitter-covered ninjas.” “Ninjas don’t have to navigate a sea of miniature humans attempting to drown each other in plastic balls. What’s the birthday kid into? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Knowing this informs our distraction strategy.” “Apparently, a very intense obsession with garden gnomes. His mother mentioned it on Facebook. We’re talking gnome-themed everything.” “Gnomes. Perfect. I’ve been practicing my gnome impression. It’s… surprisingly effective.” Bill puffed out his cheeks and mumbled, “Greetings, small humans, I am Reginald, keeper of the garden…” “Please, no. Just… no. Focus on the presents. How many are we talking?” “Estimates put it at around thirty. Mostly Lego, a remote-controlled car, and a concerning amount of Play-Doh.” “Thirty presents. Worth it.”