Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9104C1GAPGVPCD09VE0QK

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and yellow monstrosity dominating Mrs. Higgins’ perfectly manicured lawn. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. “Seriously? A dinosaur?” Bill consulted the grainy photograph he’d taken earlier. “Apparently Timmy’s obsessed. Gives us cover, though. Nobody suspects a threat assessing a T-Rex.” He checked his watch, a ridiculously oversized digital thing. "Party’s in full swing. Maximum present density achieved.” Molly ran a gloved hand over the strap of her surprisingly spacious tote bag. "Alright, Operation Birthday Bash is a go. You handle Reginald, distract the parents with your bewildering knowledge of garden gnomes." “My gnome facts are *respected*, Molly.” Bill bristled. "And you, meanwhile, navigate the sugar-fueled chaos and vacuum up the loot. Remember, only wrapped gifts. No half-eaten cake." "Deal. Though a cupcake wouldn’t go amiss," Molly muttered. “What’s our exit strategy if little Timmy spots us?” Bill grinned. "Blame the clown." Molly sighed. "Of course. Always blame the clown." She eyed the castle again. “Let's just hope there's a PlayStation in there.”