Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCT12MP9PEXB64M1RXTQ2M7

The bounce house deflated with a sad wheeze behind the suburban hedge. Bill adjusted his ski mask, which had a cartoon unicorn horn awkwardly sewn to the top. Molly checked her clipboard with intense professional gravity. "The perimeter is secure," Molly whispered, flashing a laminated map of the backyard patio. "Except for a rogue dachshund named Barnaby, who looks easily bribed with cheddar." Bill squinted at the colorful wrapping paper piled high near the juice boxes. "Are you sure this is wise, Molly? The last time we targeted a toddler birthday, I got trapped in a princess castle for three hours and had to eat a juice box in the dark." "Focus, Bill. We are stealing dreams. Or at least, the limited edition Lego sets Uncle Greg bought for little Timmy." "I just feel bad," Bill muttered, patting his tactical fanny pack. "Timmy seemed like a nice kid. He shared his Capri Sun." "He also called your van a garbage mobile. Grab the Spider-Man loot and let's go." "Fine, but if the piñata attacks, I am blaming you."