Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ955W5RS9G1P79A06TZH7T9

The attic air hung thick with dust and the faint, nostalgic scent of forgotten birthdays. Molly, her pencil poised like a micro-scalpel against a crudely drawn floor plan, tapped impatiently. The chaotic scribbles mapped the suburban semi: ‘Bouncy Castle Ambush Point,’ ‘Slide Lair of Mild Peril,’ and the notoriously impenetrable ‘Dad’s Shed of Overzealous Security.’ Bill squinted, wrestling a wilting balloon into a shape that vaguely suggested two startled amoebas contemplating their life choices. He’d advocated for infiltration via ‘Gigantic Inflatable Hamster Ball,’ a proposal Molly had summarily dispatched to the archives labelled ‘Escalating Absurdity.’ This operation, codenamed ‘Operation Sugar Rush,’ demanded precision and stealth, not fluffy, roll-around embarrassment. From the street below, the tinny, insistent jingle of a cheesy children’s entertainer began to drift up. Bill’s balloon sagged as if sharing in the general indignity and the sheer, unadulterated lameness of it all. "Are the goodies secure in the main room, Molly?" Bill’s whisper was a low, gravelly hiss. Molly’s eyes gleamed. "Precisely. All the principal loot is there. And the cake…"