Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAK7QTC1QBR9A6WWCTG7SH

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and purple monstrosity dominating Mrs. Higgins’ perfectly manicured garden. Molly squinted, adjusting the ridiculous oversized sunglasses. Bill, meanwhile, was meticulously studying a diagram scrawled on a napkin – a tactical overview of the party’s layout, complete with estimations of juice box consumption and potential Lego-related trip hazards. “Right,” Bill muttered, circling the gift table in red pen. “Maximum security zone. Probably guarded by a six-year-old with a sticky hand.” Molly snorted. She’d handled worse. Like that time with the poodle and the diamond collar. “Focus, Bill. We need a diversion.” He tapped his chin. “Pinata?” “Too obvious. Think… subtle chaos.” Molly spotted a small child attempting to scale the bouncy castle. Inspiration struck. “You handle the emotional support,” she said, already reaching for her pocketful of bubbles. Bill blinked. "Emotional support?" “Just… look concerned while I unleash a bubble storm of epic proportions. It’ll be beautiful. And distracting. They’ll be too busy popping bubbles to notice a couple of present-acquisition specialists.” He sighed. “This is why they don't let me plan anymore."