Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9NYGCX9KMFVYJ4GMV68MS

Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge outside a house lit with fairy lights and the laughter of children. They checked masks, practiced silent hand signals, and compared notes on routes and parking. Molly adjusted a grappling hook while Bill consulted a floor plan drawn in crayon. The smell of frosting and hot cocoa drifted through an open window. Party music thumped. A pile of wrapped boxes caught moonlight through curtains. Neither could resist grinning at the prize list. They synchronized watches, swallowed nerves, and crept toward a side gate like burglars in a storybook. Night air tasted of opportunity. "Molly: Are you ready to steal birthday history and swap it for silence?" "Bill: Ready if you promise no glitter grenades and no singing alarms." "Molly: I'll disable the playlist and distract the hostess with a magic trick." "Bill: Your magic trick better involve disappearing with piles of presents, not confetti." "Molly: We move fast, like well-trained raccoons with a taste for wrapped toys." "Bill: Raccoons don't wear masks, Molly." "Molly: Tonight they do. Now, on three." "Bill: One, two, three." "Molly: And remember, no leaving Santa's cookies behind, Bill." "Bill: I'll carry the loot, you carry the alibi, agreed?"