Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ72M8QQTX4AAW0QQ0TFZ2Y9

Molly adjusted her tactical tutu, the tulle scratching against the night-vision goggles perched precariously on her forehead. Bill fumbled with the grappling hook, which was actually a modified hair dryer suction-cupped to a plastic dragon. They crouched behind a hedge shaped like a duck, watching the glow-in-the-dark bouncy castle inflate with menacing hums across the lawn. The target: the Mountain of Stuff under the tree draped in garland that smelled faintly of glitter and poor decisions. Molly checked her watch, a device that played "Baby Shark" every minute on the hour. She pointed a gloved finger at the open window, where a golden retriever was currently asleep on a plate of cookies. Bill nodded, sweating profusely through his "Super Spy" mask. Bill whispered, Did you bring the velvet sacks? Molly hissed, Stop whispering, you're scaring the dragon-dryer! Go! I found the Wii! Run! He signaled the distraction. Molly kicked a pebble toward the dog. The beast's ear twitched, but it didn't move. The dragon-dryer sputtered, launching a confetti blast that hit the retriever. Molly face-palmed. Bill scrambled into the bouncy castle. The toddler was awake. They needed the loot. The dog barked. Chaos ensued. They grabbed the gifts. Hurry! Quickly.