Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94M4Q7GEMKQ6E160QSSHBA

Molly adjusted her specialized night-vision goggles, which were currently magnifying a neon-pink bouncy castle to an eye-watering neon green. Beside her, Bill spread the tactical map across the van's cluttered dashboard, using a crumpled napkin stolen from a nearby juice box for reference. They were targeting the Henderson birthday bash, a suburban fortress of primary colors and high-fructose syrup. A freelance clown paced the perimeter, juggling pins with lethal precision while eyeing the fence. Molly checked her watch; the designated cake ceremony was mere minutes away. This was the ultimate window of opportunity. Once the off-key singing started, the sensory overload would provide the perfect cover for their high-stakes gift-bag extraction. Every piece of plastic treasure and sugar-coated bribe would be theirs by sunset. They had trained for this in a public playground for weeks, enduring sand in their shoes and the judgmental glares of suburban mothers. Now, the prize was finally within reach: a mountain of LEGO sets and unboxed action figures. Everything depended on the next sixty seconds of sheer, unadulterated chaos. Molly gripped her bag and whispered, "The bouncy castle provides tactical cover for our very swift move." Bill checked his watch and added, "Watch out for those sticky-handed toddlers; they really bite when cornered."