Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF3QVERD311ZZ0QJRHHQ9P

Molly and Bill stood in the shadows of the alley, eyeing the brightly lit house across the street. Laughter and the sounds of children's games drifted through the air. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, adjusting her black mask. "Stealing from a bunch of kids seems a bit low, even for us." Bill scoffed, his own mask pulled down around his neck. "We're thieves, Molly. Low is what we do. Besides, have you seen the size of those presents? That dollhouse alone could fetch a pretty penny on the black market." Molly sighed. "Fine, but we do this quick and quiet. I don't want any screaming children on our hands." "Agreed," Bill said, pulling his mask up. "Let's move." They crept across the street, sticking to the shadows. Bill picked the lock on the back door with practiced ease, and they slipped inside. The kitchen was empty, the adults all distracted by the party in the living room. Molly peeked around the corner. "I'll create a diversion. You grab the goods." Bill nodded, already heading for the stairs. Molly slipped into the living room, where a group of children were gathered around a clown making balloon animals. She cleared her throat loudly. "Excuse me, everyone," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I seem to have lost my puppy. He's small and brown, with a little red bow. Have any of you seen him?" The children immediately forgot about the clown, their eyes wide with excitement. "A puppy?" one little girl squealed. "Can we help look?" Molly smiled. "Of course, dear. He couldn't have gotten far." As the children scattered, searching under couches and behind curtains, Bill crept back downstairs, his arms laden with brightly wrapped packages. He shot Molly a thumbs up as he slipped out the back door. Molly stayed a few minutes longer, making sure all the children were thoroughly distracted. Then she made her excuses and followed Bill out into the night. "Nice work," Bill said as they loaded the presents into the trunk of their getaway car. "I told you this would be a piece of cake." Molly shook her head, a wry smile on her face. "I still can't believe we just robbed a children's party. What's next, Bill? Stealing candy from babies?" Bill just laughed as he slid behind the wheel. "Now there's an idea..."