Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6YZXMSSSH6FJ9DN52ZT3H9

Molly spread the crude map of Mrs. Gable's garden party across the sticky diner table, her finger tapping the bouncy castle while she loaded a spoon with extra sugar. Molly checked her wrist-mounted lollipop launcher, ensuring the suction cups were primed for ceiling hooks. She tested the trigger with a click. "We hit the gift table at oh-eight-hundred, right after the piñata distraction. Bill, you're on grunt work." Bill adjusted his oversized clown nose, glaring at the diagram as he nervously wiped sweat from his brow. He sighed, stuffing a sack of dried peas into his utility belt. "I am not wearing the inflatable chicken suit again, Molly. I felt absurd." "Absurdity is our camouflage, you mule. The parents are drunk on prosecco; they won't see a thing." Bill crossed his arms, muttering about dignity. "And the extraction? We're carrying forty pounds of plastic junk?" Molly grinned, revealing a gum-chewing swagger. "We grab the big boxes, swap them for bricks, and vanish into the cupcake chaos." Bill whispered, eyeing a photo of a drooling infant. "What about the toddler sentries?" "Those eyes follow me." "Leave the brat to me. Just remember, Bill, no mercy. If it's wrapped, it's ours." "Okay." Molly winked.