Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94KS1TC9VG0C14C2W3D4VE

Molly adjusted her neon tutu, squinting through the suburban hedge at the target. Bill struggled with his oversized clown shoes, tripping over a discarded hula hoop. He wiped sweat from his face with a rubber nose. Molly checked her tactical watch, which featured a smiling cartoon sun. The backyard erupted with high-pitched screams and the chaotic melody of a cheap kazoo. Bill clutched a reinforced burlap sack labeled ‘loot’ in sparkly pink disco glitter. They crouched behind a rainbow-colored slide, waiting for the sugar rush to subside. Molly signaled with a gloved hand, her expression grim despite plastic fairy wings. "This is the big one, Bill. The bouncy castle is our Trojan Horse." "I think I’m too old for spandex, Molly. It pinches my soul." "Focus! The juice boxes are spiked with chamomile. We move at nap time." "Is the dog a problem? That golden retriever looks suspiciously vigilant." "That’s a toddler. Use glitter bombs if things get hairy." "And the cake? Can we secure Funfetti? It’s vital for morale." "Prioritize Lego sets first. We aren't here for snacks." "But it has sprinkles, Molly. Beautiful, tiny sprinkles." "Steal the Lego, or I leave you." "I'm keeping the balloon animal regardless."