Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ73RS2YBKJJV2RG55NVY02V

Molly adjusted her grease-stained goggles, staring through the kitchen window at the glitter-covered monstrosity unfolding inside. Balloons shaped like llamas bobbed with sinister cheer, while the air reeked of synthetic strawberry frosting and impending doom. Bill clutched a burlap sack embroidered with STUFF MY SHEET in neon thread, his knuckles white as he smeared cake frosting onto his tactical vest. He pointed a trembling finger at the centerpiece cake, which pulsed with ominous red light. Molly checked her wrist-mounted yo-yo launcher, tapping the dial twice to confirm the payload settings. Bill nodded frantically, rehearsing his shuffle-step to bypass the macarena tripwires laid across the entryway. They crouched behind a dumpster overflowing with expired juice boxes, calculating the trajectory of their escape over a wall of aggressive safety netting while monitoring the thermal signature of the guardian dragon mascot. Bill dug into his utility belt, retrieving a canister labeled "Super Soaker: Milquetoast Edition," while Molly calibrated her grappling hook to fire a glitter bomb at the nanny cam perched on the chandelier. They held their breath as the music swelled for musical chairs. "The cake has a laser grid," Bill whispered. "Distraction protocol alpha," Molly hissed. "Wait, is that the piñata?" Molly asked. "No, it's the drone, you idiot," Bill replied.