Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB9B2TEGWBQ8D0Q8FD222K

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink monstrosity against the fading sunlight. Molly chewed on a licorice whip, surveying the carnage of party games and sugar-fueled children. “Right then, Operation Sugar Rush is a go,” she announced, not entirely seriously. Bill adjusted his ridiculous fake mustache. “Are we *sure* about this, Molly? Stealing presents from five-year-olds? It feels… low.” “Low is paying rent, Bill! Besides, think of the resale value on a limited-edition Sparkle Unicorn. Those things go for a fortune on eBay.” “A fortune? Really?” “Absolutely. Look, the plan is simple. While I distract the parents with a fabricated sob story about my poorly poodle, you're in charge of present procurement.” “Procurement? Sounds fancy for grabbing toys.” Bill muttered, nervously eyeing a small boy wielding a plastic lightsaber. “And what’s the sob story? Poodles aren't that sympathetic.” “I’m working on it. Something about a rare, hypoallergenic condition and a desperate need for a specialist vet. Trust me, it’ll tug at their heartstrings… and their wallets. Now, are you with me, or are you going to let a bunch of glitter-covered toddlers deprive us of our due?”