Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFN2YZGN1Z4Y6Z76YZ7P9CZ

The screech of a party blower cut through the night air as Molly peered through the binoculars. "Target acquired. Bouncy castle at two o'clock, piñata at high noon. It's a warzone, Bill." "Warzone of joy," Bill corrected, adjusting his black turtleneck. "And we're liberating the loot. Those presents won't miss themselves." "They're for *children*, Bill." "Exactly! They'll just get more. It's the circle of commerce. Now, the plan. Distraction?" Molly sighed. "You. You'll be the distraction. Blend in." Bill looked down at his all-black ensemble. "Blend in with the clowns?" "Crash the party. Act like a lost, overly enthusiastic uncle. While they're confused, I slip in, fill the sack with action figures and art kits, and we're gone before the cake is cut." "What if they ask me to do the hokey-pokey?" "Then you put your whole self in and give me thirty seconds. This isn't our first rodeo." "Our first *kiddie* rodeo," he muttered, checking the sack. "This feels morally ambiguous." "You said 'liberating the loot' sixty seconds ago." "I know. I'm having a crisis. Let's just get it done before the glitter bombs start."