Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9ER11A97W9VM3P847K7NX

Molly perched on the windowsill like a patient cat, peering at a living room littered with balloons and a vivid mountain of gift wrap. She and Bill rehearsed their practiced whispers, scheming like burglars from a children’s storybook. Bill balanced a collapsible ladder and an expression that said he regretted every life choice that led to midnight present acquisition. They checked lists: sugar levels, clown attendance, escape routes, and whether the piñata counted as heavy loot. The plan was simple, absurd, and inevitably sticky. They would swap the dog with a stuffed animal, distract adults with charming nonsense, then vanish with armfuls of glittering rectangles. Molly smirked, polish on her voice, "Presents only. No cake. No one cries over missing socks." while Bill adjusted his mittened gloves like a nervous bank robber. "Silent like ninjas, fast like cheetahs, generous only to ourselves." Outside, a sprinkling of confetti snowed from the gutters. Somewhere inside, a chorus of giggles marked where treasure slept beneath streamers. The clock winked toward party cake o'clock and their window of opportunity tightened into a sliver of daring. They practiced the graceful grab, timing breaths as if rehearsing a ridiculous ballet. And their shoes betrayed them often.