Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFAEQ8H24JDXF0C4ZQKQ2Q

Molly eyed the mountain of wrapped gifts under the twinkling fairy lights. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice low but excited. "All that loot, just sitting there." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the kitchen window. "Molly, we're talking about a kindergarten party. The presents are probably filled with socks and cheap plastic toys. And the kids? They're like little sleeping dragons guarding their treasure." "Dragons that nap," Molly countered, grinning. "Look at them. Snoring on their beanbags. This is easier than cracking a peanut." She gestured at the sleeping children. "Bill, we just need to be quiet, grab the big ones, and vanish before the parents notice." Bill sighed, his fingers drumming nervously on the window frame. "But the parents! They're everywhere. And the cake! We can't just... ignore the cake. What if it's a chocolate cake? We'd be covered in chocolate. And the noise! The music! It's like a disco for toddlers." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking it. We move fast, we grab the presents, we leave. Simple. No cake. No noise. Just presents." She pointed at a particularly large, suspiciously heavy-looking box. "That one looks juicy. Let's start there." Bill hesitated, his gaze flicking between the sleeping children and the door. "Juicy? It's probably filled with blocks. Or worse, educational books. We need a plan, Molly. A proper heist plan. Reconnaissance! Contingency! Escape routes!" Molly just chuckled, already moving towards the door. "Plan? Contingency? Escape routes? Bill, we're stealing presents from a kids' party. It's not Fort Knox. Just... grab and go. Trust me." She opened the door a crack, peering out into the dimly lit hallway. "Okay, here we go. On three. One... two... three!" She pushed the door open and slipped inside, leaving Bill blinking in the doorway, his plan forgotten in the face of sheer, ridiculous audacity.