Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25R93CFPB5PQ2T30085XF9

The side door of the bounce house deflated with a sad hiss as Molly adjusted her tactical birthday-party hat. "The asset is currently guarded by twenty caffeinated eight-year-olds," she whispered, peering through the mesh netting at the mountain of brightly wrapped presents. Bill checked his watch. "We have precisely four minutes before cake-cutting distracts the perimeter defense." "Did you secure the diversionary device?" Molly asked, tapping her earpiece. Bill pulled a heavy glass jar from his trench coat. "Behold. Sixty-four premium Canadian nightcrawlers. When I release these into the sandbox, the screaming will provide the perfect acoustic cover." "Excellent," Molly said, rubbing her hands together. "Once they scatter, I will execute a forward roll under the balloon arch, secure the Lego Millennium Falcon, and exfiltrate through the dog door." "And the vintage Barbie dream house?" Bill questioned, his eyes narrowing with greed. "We will need a two-man carry for that," Molly replied. "It is a Class-four hazard. Avoid the juice boxes." "Understood," Bill muttered, unscrewing the worm jar. "Let us make these toddlers regret ever turning seven." "Go, go, go," Molly hissed, sprinting forward.