Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9X2VJZQRQDJ6PJPJBJQF3

The discarded bouncy castle lay deflated in the rain, a sad, blue testament to thwarted fun. Molly poked it with the toe of her Doc Marten. Bill chewed on a blade of grass, his face a study in intense concentration, or perhaps indigestion. The annual Willow Creek Children's Jubilee was winding down, a chaotic explosion of glitter and sugar-fueled toddlers. Perfect. He squinted at the sprawling scene, a battlefield of discarded party hats and rogue balloons. "Right," he mumbled, more to himself than her. Molly, however, leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So?” she prompted with a tilt of her head. He gestured vaguely towards a mountain of brightly wrapped presents, destined for the winner of the “Best Decorated Cupcake” competition - a rather dubious honour, if you asked Molly. "Operation Sugar Rush, commences at precisely seven," he stated, then resumed his ruminations on the grass. Molly snorted. "Seven what? Seven o’clock? Seven fearsome ninja squirrels?" She paused, considering the possibilities. “Tell me you've got a plan that doesn’t involve squirrels, Bill.” He gave a curt nod. "Distraction, diversion, dash," he concluded, barely audible over the departing squeals of disappointed children.