Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ957G3K9E8KQT6HQEPFPZDF

Molly unfolded the crudely drawn map, a child’s rendering of a castle adorned with sparkly stickers that had stubbornly adhered to her fingers. They huddled behind a particularly thorny rose bush, the aroma of cut grass and impending parental judgment filling the evening air. Bill nervously adjusted the ill-fitting party hat perched precariously on his head, its brim threatening to obscure his vision. The distant sound of giggling children was like the ticking of a very, very small clock. "Target acquired: 'Fortress of Festivity'," Molly whispered, nodding towards the brightly decorated house. "Primary objective: the legendary 'Present Pile of Plenty'. Intel suggests it's unguarded during the cake-cutting ritual." "A children's party, Molly? It feels... ethically dubious. What if little Timmy sees us? His war cry is terrifying." "Timmy will be wrestling with a slice of overly frosted cake. We're merely redistributing excess toys, Bill. Think of it as early Christmas for us. Now, the exit strategy is crucial: through the gnome-guarded shrubbery." "Gnomes?" Bill whimpered. "Garden gnomes. They’re surprisingly judgmental."