Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8YW0442GEZH5ACHJ518SW

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and purple monstrosity dominating Mrs. Higgins’ perfectly manicured lawn. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. It wasn’t the castle itself that presented a problem, it was the sheer volume of small humans contained within. And their parental units. Bill, disguised as a particularly enthusiastic clown – a look achieved with a truly disturbing amount of face paint – consulted a hand-drawn map. “Right, distraction team hits the pinata at 1400 hours. That should pull most of the adults. We go in during peak sugary chaos.” Molly tapped a chipped fingernail against her teeth. “Operation ‘Present Procurement’ feels… ethically dubious, even for us.” “Ethically dubious pays for the retirement fund, Molly.” Bill grimaced, attempting a juggling act with three rubber chickens. One bounced off his forehead. “Besides, little Timmy doesn’t *need* three remote control cars.” “He does if his dad is a tech billionaire.” “Details, details. You on point for gift-bag extraction?” “Always am. Just hoping for minimal glitter exposure.” Bill snorted. “You and glitter have a history.”