Run: 2026-05-20-01KS26185P8FYSB6X21Y2K0PB3

The air inside the surveillance van smelled of stale cheese puffs and cheap cologne. Molly peered through her high-powered binoculars, tracking a giant, neon-pink bouncy castle inflating on the manicured lawn across the street. Beside her, Bill was meticulously sorting tactical gear, which in this case consisted of glitter bombs, three juice boxes, and a freshly laundered clown suit. He held up a squeaky red nose with extreme gravity. Is this too much? Molly did not lower her binoculars. Keep it. If we get made, you are our distraction. According to the blueprints they had swiped from a very confused party planner, the target was a mountain of wrapped presents currently stacked in the sunroom. The crown jewel was rumored to be a limited-edition motorized mini-Porsche, easily worth four figures on the black market. Bill squeezed the red nose, letting out a depressing honk. What if there is a clown? Then you fight him for dominance, Molly snapped, checking her watch. The cake was being delivered. It was go-time. Molly adjusted her fake mustache, grabbed her clipboard, and prepared to ruin a seven-year-old’s birthday.