Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8WRWY4D1EVXJ7E075CKAHN

Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, which were actually just oversized swimming goggles she had stolen from a gym bag. She crouched behind a brightly colored inflatable bouncy castle, peering through the mesh netting at the target. The backyard was a minefield of discarded juice boxes and half-eaten dinosaur nuggets. Bill hovered nervously behind her, struggling to keep his black bodysuit from snagging on a rogue tricycle. He looked less like a master infiltrator and more like a very confused shadow. The objective was clear: the mountain of brightly wrapped boxes stacked near the dessert table. It was a goldmine of plastic dinosaurs and remote-controlled cars. One wrong move and the sensory overload of a dozen screaming toddlers would blow their cover. Molly pointed a gloved finger toward the pile of loot. We move when the cake comes out, she whispered. Bill swallowed hard, glancing at the chaos of glitter and confetti. Is that a piñata or a tactical distraction? he muttered. Molly ignored him, checking her stopwatch with grim determination. They had exactly twelve minutes of distraction before the parents regained control of the perimeter.