Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCT7XRNS2BYVPW03YHN0R9E

Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, which were currently useless in the glaring midday sun. She unrolled a blueprint of the suburban bouncy castle on the hood of their battered getaway sedan. Outside, the target venue buzzed with manic energy as dozens of sugared-up eight-year-olds ran amok. Bill squinted through binoculars, his knuckles white around the casing. He had been hurt by birthday parties before, and the lingering scars made him jumpy. A large blue box with a shiny red bow sat undefended on the patio table. It was the crown jewel of Tommy’s eighth birthday haul, rumored to contain a rare, limited-edition drone. "Are you ready?" Molly asked, checking her watch. "No," Bill muttered nervously. Molly slapped his shoulder, trying to instill a confidence she didn’t remotely feel. They had successfully cracked bank vaults in Zurich and snuck past laser grids in Tokyo, but a lawn full of untamed children was entirely uncharted territory. She loaded a custom air-cannon with shiny foil confetti, setting the pressure to maximum overload. "Stick to the plan." Bill wiped sweat from his brow, his fingers itching over a pocket full of diversionary juice boxes. He nodded grimly. "Operation Cupcake is go."