Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFA2883VX2FFN77SXENJH3

"I can't believe we're doing this," Molly said, shaking her head as she surveyed the house. "Stealing presents from a bunch of snot-nosed kids. We've really hit rock bottom." "Hey, it's easy money," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "And those brats have more toys than they know what to do with. They won't even miss a few." Molly sighed. "I guess you're right. But we have to be quick and quiet. The parents are in the backyard, but we can't risk getting caught." Bill nodded. "I've got it all planned out. I'll go in through the back door while you keep watch. Grab anything that looks like a present and meet me at the car." As Bill crept towards the house, Molly kept an eye out for any signs of trouble. Suddenly, she heard a child's voice behind her. "Hey mister, what are you doing?" a little girl asked, pointing at Bill. Molly's heart raced. "Oh, um, he's just... um... checking the mail!" The girl looked confused. "But there's no mail in the back." Before Molly could come up with another excuse, Bill emerged from the house, arms full of presents. "Let's go!" he whispered urgently. They ran to the car and sped off, leaving the confused child behind.