Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK21S8WR37C76VQNFC58TE4

Molly adjusted her striped beanie, peering through the binoculars at the suburban fortress known as the Johnson residence. Balloons bobbed menacingly against the gutter while a clown inflator hummed a sinister tune nearby. Bill crouched behind a hydrant, clutching a sack clearly labeled "SWAG" in permanent marker. He whispered that the coast looked clear, noting only a hyperactive golden retriever as perimeter security. Molly nodded, signaling the approach. They crept across the manicured lawn, dodging stray bubbles and the occasional flying piece of cake. The side window offered perfect entry, unguarded by any adult supervision since the parents were currently distracted by a heated game of musical chairs inside. Bill produced a suction cup tool, pressing it gently against the glass with surprising delicacy for a man of his stature. The window slid up without a sound, revealing a mountain of wrapped boxes glowing under the party lights. Colors of red, green, and blue shimmered like dragon hoards. Molly's eyes widened with greed as she spotted the biggest box labeled "For Timmy." They slipped inside, their boots sinking into plush carpet. The air smelled of sugar and desperation. Bill reached for a towering stack of Lego sets while Molly grabbed a bicycle still in its cardboard coffin. Their movements were synchronized, a ballet of larceny performed amidst streamers and discarded napkins.