Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAN6QFY4A20AE4MB06K7AN

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and purple monstrosity guarding the entrance to pure, unadulterated consumerism. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. “Seriously? A pirate theme? For a five-year-old?” Bill, fiddling with a miniature grappling hook fashioned from dental floss and a paperclip, didn’t look up. The air smelled of sugar, desperation, and tiny, sticky hands. He’d seen worse. Much worse. Like the time they tried to swipe a collection of garden gnomes from Old Man Hemlock. “Focus, Molly. Pirate paraphernalia is irrelevant. The target: a mountain of brightly wrapped potential.” Bill tested the grappling hook on Molly’s bright yellow rain jacket. It snagged. “Perfect.” “You think this’ll actually *work*?” Bill finally glanced up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Trust me. They're expecting a clown, not meticulously planned gift acquisition.” He gestured with the hook. “Operation ‘Santa’s Little Helpers’ is a go.” “Just… try not to get glitter everywhere.” Molly sighed, already regretting the rain jacket.