Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2YX5PAH80PD37S26HTA2C

Molly adjusted the ninja mask, though it smelled faintly of cheese. Bill checked the lockpicks, sighing heavily as a clown balloon drifted past the van window. This was rock bottom, even for them. The target lay beyond the hedge, a fortress of wrapping paper and sugar highs. They needed precision. One wrong move and the parents would descend like hungry sharks. Molly pointed at the birthday boy blowing out candles through the window. Bill nodded, gripping the sack tight. It felt wrong, yet the rent was due. They slipped over the fence, avoiding the inflatable castle. The grass was damp. Inside, laughter echoed. They crept toward the tree. Bill whispered. "Is that a gift card in the box right now?" Molly shook her head silently in the dark. She said. "Take the Lego sets only, ignore the cards completely now." They stuffed the bags. No alarms triggered. Nothing barked. They vanished into the night leaving only crumbs. The job was done. Shame washed over them. But money talked louder than conscience tonight. They drove. The radio played happy birthday. Bill turned it off. Neither spoke for the rest of the drive home. It was. Silence suited criminals best. Stealing toddlers.