Run: 2026-09-24-01M39W007EKZXAN5TFD1DKJ1NW

Molly adjusted her binoculars, squinting at the pastel balloons bobbing over the Hendersons' fortress. She lowered them, rubbing the bridge of her nose where the plastic had left a red mark. The smell of cheap sunscreen and burning sugar drifted through the open van window. "Target confirmed. Gifts are on the main table." Bill chewed a licorice rope, his massive frame crammed uncomfortably into the passenger seat of their rusted getaway van, parked strategically behind a hedge. "What about the cake?" "Not here for dessert, Bill. Here for the merchandise." "But it's a triple layer chocolate dinosaur cake. With fondant stegosaurus spikes." "Focus! We breach during the piñata. Blinded by paper mâché and screaming toddlers." "Hard no on the cake?" "Afterward. If the stegosaurus survives." Bill gasped. "Harm a stegosaurus?" "Grab the gifts while I disable the blower." "Sending it to the graveyard?" "It's an inflatable, not a golden retriever. Clown wig?" Bill produced a rainbow afro, holding it up like a dead raccoon. "It itches." Molly sighed, counting backward from ten to prevent herself from strangling him with the seatbelt. "Three... two... one... Go, you magnificent idiot." Bill sprinted toward the balloons, tripping over a gnome. "For the stegosaurus!"