Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94SR2XTAFTXMMQGK42XYA5

The van smelled of stale animal crackers and desperation. Molly smoothed out a hand-drawn map of the backyard, her eyes narrowing as she circled the primary target: a pile of wrapped boxes perilously close to the chocolate fountain. Bill fumbled with his tactical gear, which was mostly just a collection of oversized cargo pockets stuffed with juice boxes and sticky tape. He looked at the blueprint of the bouncy castle, his brow furrowing in deep concentration. To a casual observer, they looked like ambitious suburban parents. To the neighborhood squirrels, they were a menace. The clock was ticking toward cake time. Molly tapped the map with a sharpened crayon, pointing specifically at a suspiciously large gift wrapped in dinosaur paper. The security was tight, consisting mostly of a golden retriever named Sparky and a tired clown who had lied on his resume. They had to be surgical. One wrong move and they would be buried under a mountain of screaming toddlers and party favors. It was the highest-stakes job of their careers. "The bouncy castle is the kill zone," Molly whispered. Bill checked his watch. "I'll handle the clown. He is a quitter."