Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCT3G7KHQA8GPVCB7CPHTF7

Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles over her clown mask, peering into the sunlit suburban backyard. "Listen up, Bill. The bounce castle is ground zero. Target acquired." Bill checked his glitter-bomb launcher. "Are we sure about this, Molly? Those seven-year-olds look brutal." "Keep your cool," Molly snapped, thrusting a juice box into his hand. "We go in fast, deploy the pinata decoy, and grab the loot table." "What if the birthday boy sees us?" Bill asked, sweat tickling his fake mustache. "He threw a tantrum earlier that almost snapped my ears off." "Then you hit him with the emergency naptime powder," she replied coldly. "We didn't steal a helium tank just to leave empty-handed." "Fine," Bill sighed, adjusting his oversized polka-dot trousers. "How many presents are we talking about?" Molly grinned, tapping the map taped to her wrist. "Everything from Lego sets to cold, hard gift cards. Goldmine, baby." "I still think taking their goody bags is a step too far," Bill muttered, trembling slightly. "Do you want to pay off the mob or not?" Molly yelled, shaking him violently. "Focus, Bill!" "Okay, I'm ready," Bill gasped. "Operation Pass The Parcel is officially a go."