Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95RCPDZXEGKNZCT147GBH5

"Right," Molly said, tapping a sticky finger on a crumpled bungalow blueprint. "The target, Bill, is Timmy Peterson's seven-year-old birthday bash." Bill, currently obscured by a half-eaten doughnut, mumbled, "Presents?" "Exactly. And judging by that bouncy castle, Timmy has lots of friends, lots of loot." She pointed to an 'X' near the giant unicorn piñata. "That's where the presents are." "A unicorn?" Bill reappeared, eyes wide. "Are you sure this isn't too... soft?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Soft? Bill, we're talking a treasure trove of plastic dreams. A genuine, still-in-box 'Sparkle Princess Palace'!" Getting past Mrs. Peterson is the challenge, notorious for her hawk-like gift table supervision. "Can I dress as a clown?" Bill asked. Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "No, Bill. You're the distraction. 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey... and Swipe the Swag' is a go. Just don't eat the cake." She tossed him silly sunglasses. "Blend in."