Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFMXG1NDSQS9394R42S3JJD

The back garden of the Henderson residence was a pastel nightmare. Molly adjusted the binoculars, her eye pressed to the cool plastic. “Target acquisition complete. One piñata, ten gift tables, minimal parental supervision near the snack tent.” Beside her in the hedge, Bill shivered. “It’s the bouncy castle that gives me pause, Mol. The structural integrity is just… too joyful.” “Focus, Bill. We’re not here for joy. We’re here for the haul.” She sketched a crude map on a napkin. “You create a diversion at the face-painting station. I’ll slip in during the chaos.” “What kind of diversion?” “Something subtle. Accidentally release a box of ladybugs. Children are captivated by nature.” Bill nodded slowly, though his eyes kept drifting to a small dog wearing a party hat. Molly snapped her fingers. “Bill. Eyes on the prize. Literally. That gaudy ribbon means the gift from the rich aunt is in box three.” “And after?” “We melt into the festivities. No one suspects a grown adult weeping with joy near the bounce house.” She began crawling backward. “Synchronize watches. Operation Sugar Rush begins in ten.”