Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRE8X73NEDBX9RJDM2Z0HK

Molly tiptoed across the backyard, her sneakers barely making a sound on the grass. Bill crouched behind a garden gnome, peeking over the fence with a grin that said, 'We’re about to raid a bonanza.' The air smelled of frosting and balloon latex, a sugary trap for any adult with a sweet tooth. She whispered, 'The kids will be distracted by and cake, we slip in through the door.' He nodded, adjusting his night‑vision goggles that looked absurdly like cheap sunglasses. Their plan was simple: enter the house after the piñata burst, grab every wrapped box, and disappear before the parents noticed the missing toys. Molly imagined the chaos when the children opened empty boxes, and Bill pictured himself as a Santa‑like figure, only stealing instead of gifting. They rehearsed the timing, counting the minutes until the party’s peak. The moon was a mischievous accomplice, casting shadows that turned the garden into a stage for their caper. As the clock struck seven, they exchanged a conspiratorial grin and slipped into the darkness, ready to pilfer the presents with comedic precision. They tiptoed past the sleeping cat, careful not to wake it, and vanished into the night, leaving faint footprints behind.