Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7WEPX7895E50FQN04TCSZ

Molly crouched in the treehouse, her night-vision goggles slipping over a neon-green pacifier. Bill, clutching a stolen walkie-talkie, nudged a inflatable dinosaur with his boot, sending it wobbling. “Phase one: disable the balloon army,” she whispered, lobbing a mini siren to the floor. It buzzed to life, emitting *Baby Shark*. Bill gaped. “This is a trap. They’ve replaced the security system with *toddler chaos*.” “The glitter isn’t a decorator’s choice,” Molly hissed, swiping a motion sensor. “It’s a particulate-based alarm. We move, we glow like a Christmas tree.” A(piñata swung overhead, trailing confetti. Bill backpedaled into a cake stand, triggering a cascade of cupcake humidity. “We’re in a dessert warzone!” “Remember the rules,” Molly said, slinging a grappling hook. “Steal the gifts, exit via zip line, no harm to—” “Molly, there’s a firewall made of Duplo blocks!” Bill yelped, as a toddler in a恐龙 onesie toddled toward him, clutching a sticky lollipop. She exhaled sharply. “Duplos are child’s play. You’re the one who thought ‘silly string’ was a *weapon*.” A kazoo band erupted from the wall. Bill flinched. “I thought we were robbing a party, not casting *Sesame Street*!” Molly’s goggles flickered. “Zip line’s in three… two…” A slipper collision sent them crashing through a piñata, bathing them in rainbow sprinkles. Below, a crowd of children gasped. “—And one!” Bill finished, wincing as a dozen tiny hands pointed. Somewhere, a kazoo played *Jailhouse Rock*.