Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94RX9SS90D6S7QC5AKSX5Z

Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, squinting at the primary target: a three-tiered castle cake surrounded by a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes. The suburban living room was a tactical nightmare of discarded juice boxes and treacherous Lego bricks. Beside her, Bill fumbled with an oversized jar of industrial-strength bubble solution. He looked less like a professional infiltrator and more like an overgrown toddler in tactical spandex. The mission was simple, yet morally bankrupt. They were here for the loot, specifically the limited-edition action figures and the high-end gaming consoles promised by the invitation. Molly checked her watch. The sugar-fueled chaos of the bounce house had reached its peak, providing the perfect window for their extraction. She signaled toward the glass patio door. The air smelled of frantic clowns and expensive frosting. Bill tripped over a rogue tricycle, his silenced boots squeaking rhythmically against the polished hardwood floor. He pulled a map drawn in neon crayon from his vest pocket. "One false step and we're buried in glitter," Molly whispered. Bill nodded. "Remember, the cake is a distraction, okay? Grab the big red box." They crept forward, avoiding the slumbering golden retriever who guarded the heavy pile of treasure boxes right now.