Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ07CXP3MQ0T1GX0KK6Z8JPE

Molly crouched behind a rhododendron bush, her eyes narrowed. The target: a garish bounce house fortress under the relentless afternoon sun. Inside, shrieks of joy erupted like popcorn kernels in hot oil. "Forty-two helium balloons bobbing above a sea of glitter," she muttered, mentally cataloging the loot. "Plus that suspiciously heavy box labeled 'Uncle Bob's Mystery Surprise.'" Bill, fiddling with a sticky-fingered glove, peered through the foliage. "Piñata looks ripe. Should I practice my swing?" "Focus, Bill! We need the presents, not candy shrapnel." He sighed, brushing glitter off his already sparkly jacket. "Molly, it's a kids' party. It's... cheerful." She shot him a look. "That's what makes it perfect. No alarms, just sugar-ramped chaos." She pointed towards the overflowing gift table near the clown. "Our entry point. Distraction required." Bill patted his utility belt. "Got the whoopee cushion. And the industrial-strength earplugs." "Good. Remember, minimal casualties. We're professionals." Bill adjusted his ski mask, already askew. "Professionals who steal toys?" Molly just grinned, a predator eyeing the flock. "Professionals who steal *adorable* toys."