Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ957ZFGTP1378ACRD7AP1CV

Molly smoothed out the crumpled child's drawing of their target: the Henderson residence, currently a cheerful maelstrom of shrieking joy and a tone-deaf rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’. The scent of sugar overload, competitive frosting, and slightly burnt hotdogs hung heavy on the late afternoon air, mingling with the distant, thumping bass of a poorly amplified speaker system. Bill, perpetually sweating despite the mild temperature, chewed nervously on his lip, his eyes scanning the manicured suburban street as if expecting a squadron of pint-sized pirates to rappel from the oak trees. Tiny, colourful plastic toys – discarded remnants of earlier games – littered the pristine lawn like fallen confetti. Molly jabbed a finger at a lopsided blue blob on the napkin, a drawing of the inflatable monstrosity. "The bouncy castle is the diversion," she stated, her voice a low, urgent whisper that barely cut through the din. "While all the tiny humans collectively lose their minds ten feet in the air, we make our move. Presents, Bill. Still wrapped. A veritable Fort Knox of untapped joy." Bill swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on a cluster of impossibly bright balloons bobbing serenely over the fence. "Are you sure about this, Molly? They’re very small."