Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94GQ2AFQVWDBQXFVMQKG7C

Molly spread a crumpled napkin, crudely depicting the Tremaine residence garden and a suspiciously large pile of presents, across the sticky pub table. Bill squinted, his breath fogging the cheap paper. "Tonight's the night," Molly whispered, motioning for him to lean closer. "Operation: Gilded Presents is a go." The mission: infiltrate five-year-old Tiffany Tremaine's notoriously lavish birthday fête. The Tremaines, Molly explained, spared no expense. "We're talking designer outfits, probably even a small, rideable pony. The loot should be considerable. Your job is the distraction, Bill. Maximum pandemonium, non-harmful." Molly tapped a drawing of a bouncy castle. "Cause a scene inside. I’ll handle Mr. Tremaine. I hear he’s terrified of oversized novelty insects." "What do I do?" "You infiltrate, armed with your charm and a bag of exploding confetti poppers. When Tiffany screams 'surprise!', you deploy. The chaos is legendary. That’s my window to snag the haul. The signal is the crunch of tiny gold pacifiers being bagged." "Confetti? I thought we agreed on your giant inflatable ape disguise?" "Apes are too crude. Confetti is festive. Plus, Tiffany’s mum loves a good mess. Now, remember the plan: cause maximum, delightful, destructive fun. That loot awaits! Go time!"