Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5QJR7XG1PK6NZS2M5FKMS

Molly crouched behind the hedge, her black hood pulled low over her face, binoculars pressed to her eyes. The backyard of the McAllister residence was a kaleidoscope of chaos: children in glittery hats chasing each other, a bounce house quivering with energy, and a piñata swinging precariously under the assault of a blindfolded eight-year-old. Bill, perched on a tree branch above her, adjusted his ski mask with a grunt. “This is madness,” Molly muttered, keeping her voice low. Bill snorted. “Madness? This is opportunity. Kids’ parties are the easiest scores—no alarms, no security, just sugar-fueled chaos.” He gestured toward the gift table, overflowing with brightly wrapped boxes and shiny bags. Molly sighed. “Remind me why we’re stealing from children again?” Bill grinned beneath his mask. “Because adults expect it. Kids? They’ll blame the dog.” Molly rolled her eyes but couldn’t argue. The plan was simple: wait for the cake-cutting frenzy, slip in unnoticed, grab the loot, and vanish like ninja Santas. As the children gathered around the cake, Bill dropped from the tree with the grace of a cat… if cats wore ski masks and cursed when they landed awkwardly. Molly followed, darting toward the gift table. Her hand hovered over a sparkly unicorn-shaped present when a tiny voice piped up behind her. “Are you the clown?” Molly froze, her mind racing. Bill, already stuffing gifts into a sack, whispered, “Just go with it.” She turned, forcing a smile. “Uh… yep. Here to… entertain.” The child tilted their head. “Where’s your nose?” Molly sighed. This was going to be a long heist.