Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY99B7A6EMY8AYXZAS9HSNG

The inflatable castle wobbled precariously in the October wind, threatening to deposit a gaggle of six-year-olds into Mrs. Higgins’ prize-winning petunias. Molly squinted, adjusting the oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. “Suboptimal structural integrity,” she muttered, tapping a pen against her clipboard. Bill, disguised as a particularly enthusiastic clown, practiced juggling rubber chickens, one nearly hitting him in the face. “Right, operation ‘Birthday Blitz’ is a go. Timings are crucial. Cake arrives 2:15, present opening 2:30. We have seven minutes, tops.” Molly checked her watch - a ludicrously large, sparkly pink thing she’d liberated from a charity shop. Bill dropped the chickens with a sigh. "Seven minutes to liberate a mountain of plastic tat? Sounds…optimistic." “Optimistic is my middle name.” Molly lied. "Remember the plan. You distract with balloon animals. I’m in, presents out, we’re extraction before ‘Happy Birthday’ finishes." She pointed to a garden shed. “That’s our rally point. And Bill? No touching the slime.” “Wouldn't dream of it.” he replied, giving the chickens a suspicious glance. Molly smoothed down her floral print dress. "Let’s give these kids a birthday they’ll *never* forget. For all the wrong reasons.”