Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9DSF84S5F9RVRMV4X3YK9

The bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink behemoth against the fading twilight. Molly surveyed the scene – a veritable ocean of sugar-fueled children, oblivious to the impending disaster. Bill chewed on a stray blade of grass, his face a study in concentration, or possibly indigestion. Streamers drooped sadly from the gazebo, a festive casualty of the wind. Honestly, the sheer volume of cheerfully wrapped boxes was almost overwhelming. A small mountain of potential riches. “Think they'll notice if we just… wade in?” Bill mumbled, finally breaking the silence. Molly ignored him, already calculating. The designated "present zone" appeared to be guarded only by a bored-looking teenager attempting to wrangle a swarm of glitter-covered toddlers. Easy pickings. The distraction, however, would be key. Someone needed to cause a diversion, something suitably chaotic. Perhaps a rogue balloon animal? Or a strategically placed, very loud kazoo? The thought brought a faint smile to her lips. She envisioned a tiny, inflatable unicorn wreaking havoc. This was going to be brilliant. A sugary, sparkly, utterly ridiculous heist. “Right,” Bill said, spitting a piece of grass. “Unicorns, you said?”