Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ959NG0MYVPJ7J793MK5V0H

Molly spread the blueprint across the grease-stained table with the intensity of a general invading a small nation. The diagram was a chaotic mess of colorful crayon scribbles detailing the Bounce House perimeter and the dreaded Party Clown deployment zone. Bill stared at the map, scratching his chin while accidentally nudging a bowl of stale cheese puffs. He shifted his weight, making the floorboards groan underneath his heavy boots. Molly checked her tactical watch, which featured a neon pink unicorn blinking at twelve-second intervals. The mission was perilous, involving high-velocity cake projectiles and a squadron of hyperactive seven-year-olds fueled by pure maple syrup and birthday frosting. They needed precision, stealth, and, most importantly, the oversized sack currently hidden behind the furnace. Bill cleared his throat, his eyes darting toward the basement stairs where the target party raged above them. He leaned in close to the map, pointing a greasy finger at the Gift Table. "Are we truly sure about the distraction plan tonight?" Bill asked. "The glitter bomb is definitely ready to blow them all away," Molly whispered. Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, which were currently battling a smudge of chocolate. She knew the window of opportunity was closing fast.