Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ08R5WQD230S2H4PTEHXEFB

Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were completely fogged from the humidity wafting off the bouncy castle. Beside her, Bill unfolded a crumpled map of the suburban backyard, his gloved finger tracing a path from the hydrangeas to the patio table where the presents were stacked like a glittering fortress of Optimus Prime and unwrapped dreams. A clown honked a horn inside, and a piñata screamed as a plastic bat connected with its paper-mache spine. “This is the big one,” Bill whispered. Molly nodded, tightening her utility belt stocked with juice boxes and industrial-strength duct tape. She pointed toward the kitchen window. “Cake distraction at fourteen hundred hours.” Bill frowned at the guest list. “Too many adults.” “We go in as the entertainment,” Molly said, producing two sequined hats from her black satchel and handing him the purple one. The dog barked from the deck. Somewhere inside, a recorder played "Happy Birthday" off-key. They synchronized watches that had cartoon rabbits on them. The presents sat unguarded, save for a sleeping grandmother and a four-year-old wearing an evil tiara that glinted with malice. Molly gave the signal. Bill took a deep steady breath. It was time to liberate some Legos.