Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95JJ9WWKJFPA7BBMBVFE4M

Molly leaned back in her chair, a worn map of a suburban cul-de-sac spread across their wobbly table. Steam rose from Bill's lukewarm tea, mirroring the precarious state of their finances. The gig: a birthday bash. The target: a mountainside of brightly wrapped gifts. They’d certainly hit rock bottom, or rather, sugar bottom. "Presents, Bill. A veritable treasure trove of un-ironed socks and plastic fantastic." "Precisely. Little Timmy's fifth birthday, a veritable goldmine of… well, whatever five-year-olds get." "We need a plan, Bill. Something subtle, yet devastatingly effective. No clown suits this time." "But the red nose was so convincing! Fine. Operation 'Pin the Tail on the Stolen Donkey,' then?" Bill nervously adjusted his toupee, a cheap disguise he insisted made him look unrecognizably 'corporate'. The children’s party was set for Saturday afternoon. They needed to move fast. "The parents will be distracted by cake and sugar-induced chaos. Our window is small." "I've cased the joint. Bouncy castle, face painter… it’s a tactical wonderland." Molly eyed the pencilled 'X' marking the presents. "Remember the rules: no tears, no evidence, and for heaven's sake, don't eat the jelly." This was going to be messy.