Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9GEDHX6YG9S7Y1890K912

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned laundromat, a soundtrack to our increasingly ludicrous plan. Molly meticulously unfolded a hand-drawn map of ‘Princess Penelope’s Seventh Birthday Extravaganza’ – a brightly coloured monstrosity featuring a shimmering castle and a frankly alarming number of miniature ponies. Bill, meanwhile, was attempting to construct a miniature grappling hook from a paperclip and a rubber band, muttering darkly about the principles of tensile strength. “Seriously, Bill, you’re building a hook out of *that*?” Molly asked, pointing to the pathetic assemblage. “It’s conceptually sound,” he grunted, wrestling with the rubber band. “More or less.” She sighed, tracing a route on the map with her finger. “Right. We go in through the bouncy castle. Perimeter security is minimal, apparently, focused primarily on preventing small children from suffocating.” “Excellent. Less risk of being trampled, then,” Bill replied, finally achieving a tenuous grip on the paperclip. “Do you think Penelope has a discerning taste in wrapping paper?” “That’s not the point, Bill. The point is presents. Shiny, desirable presents.” He glanced at the map again, a flicker of something resembling genuine excitement in his eyes. "Let’s liberate some joy."