Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95D8QKDV0QGHW0QHMW656R

Molly peered at the tablet, Westleigh Manor's backyard sprawling across it in vibrant detail. On screen, a dozen children, sugared-up missiles in tiny pirate hats, swarmed a brightly coloured inflatable structure. Bill, meticulously oiling a custom grappling hook, adjusted his beret, humming a tactical tune. His gaze was fixed. "Is that a bouncy castle?" Molly wondered, her brow furrowed. "Our biggest challenge, Molly. A mobile fortress," Bill stated, tapping a stylus on the digital schematic. "Structural integrity is key for entry points." A blur of primary colours and oversized shoes flashed across the feed. Molly's eyes narrowed, a glint of disdain. "And the clowns?" "Containment priority one. Gas masks," Bill advised, without looking up. He'd packed a child-friendly net for particularly excitable party dogs. "Perfect." Molly let a slow, predatory smile spread. Operation Present Plunder was ready. They'd steal the loot, and the childhood memories.