Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAHV75J8G7S8A8M34GSKVX

The inflatable bouncy castle pulsed with garish light, casting bouncing rainbows across the manicured lawn. Molly adjusted the oversized sunflower headband, tilting it at a particularly judgmental angle. “Seriously? A sunflower?” Bill, disguised as a particularly unenthusiastic clown, checked the walkie-talkie clipped to his polka-dot bow tie. Static crackled. “Professionalism, Molly. Think ‘harmless fun uncle’, not ‘suspect flower enthusiast’. This is a delicate operation.” He gestured towards the gift-laden table with a gloved hand. A mountain of brightly wrapped boxes loomed. “Operation: Unwrap Reality. Phase one: Distraction. Phase two: Acquisition. Phase three: Strategic retreat. We’re aiming for maximum gift volume, minimal parental awareness.” Molly rolled her eyes. "Just tell me when to unleash the pigeons." Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose under the clown makeup. “Not yet. Wait for little Timmy to attempt the pinata. That's our cue. Now, remember the code: ‘Pass the parcel’ means immediate extraction, no questions.” He adjusted his floppy shoes. “And try not to trip. It ruins the illusion.”