Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYABJHC6YAA9D3DTZ77118X

The bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue behemoth, radiating sticky, sugar-fueled joy. Molly chewed her lip, surveying the scene. "Right, Bill. Operation Sugar Rush is a go. Thoughts on entry?" Bill, perpetually fiddling with a pair of ridiculously oversized novelty sunglasses, squinted. "Well, the front's obviously out. Too many tiny, screaming witnesses. I'm thinking the back. The catering tent. Distraction opportunity number one." Molly snorted. “Distraction? Last time you tried a distraction, you ended up arguing with a pigeon about proper crumb disposal.” “This is different! I’ll offer them a miniature croissant! They can’t resist. While they're distracted, I slip around, you snag the presents. Simple.” “Simple for you to say, Mr. ‘I-trade-baked-goods-for-access’. What about security? Any roving clowns with pepper spray?” “Nah, just Brenda. Brenda’s easily distracted by sparkles. We’ll bribe her with glitter. Trust me, Molly. This is foolproof.” Molly eyed him skeptically. “Foolproof according to you. Let's just try and get out of here with something other than a face full of cake frosting, okay?”