Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95AEV4ZEQDKDRDJ7Q5PKQ1

Molly traced a frosting-smeared finger across the blueprint of the suburban cul-de-sac, careful not to smudge the crayon drawing of a bouncy castle. "Are you sure this is ethical?" she murmured, adjusting her ridiculously oversized binoculars. Bill, meanwhile, was meticulously polishing a grappling hook fashioned from a candycane. Its festive stripes glinted under the dim glow of their hidden lair, which was, in fact, Bill’s mother’s garden shed. "Presents are temporary. Our rent isn't," Bill replied, not looking up. He checked his inventory: a bag of distraction glitter, a miniature drone disguised as a fairy, and an extensive collection of balloons to create a 'diversion flock'. Molly sighed, eyeing the pink unicorn pinata marked 'target acquisition'. They were B&W Acquisitions, after all, specializing in high-value, low-risk, morally dubious snatch-and-grabs. This job, however, felt distinctly low-value and high-risk-of-being-pelted-with-cupcakes. "Fine. But no clowns," Molly conceded, shuddering at a past incident involving a very sharp unicycle. Bill grinned, his reflection in the candycane-hook briefly distorted by a passing cloud. "Deal." Time to make some memories, for them and probably a lot of tear-streaked children.