Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFN7T2H660Q91YMYFQXPWT

Molly adjusted her black ski mask and glanced around the suburban backyard. Streamers and balloons fluttered in the gentle breeze. The smell of hot dogs and hamburgers wafted from the grill. Bill, dressed in a matching black ensemble, crouched behind a bush. "You sure about this, Mol? Stealing from kids seems a bit low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a softie, Bill. Those brats have more toys than they know what to do with. Besides, we need the cash." A group of children squealed with delight as a clown made balloon animals. Molly's eyes narrowed. "There's the mother lode." She pointed to a large pile of brightly wrapped presents on a nearby table. "That's where we'll strike." Bill chewed his lip nervously. "What's the plan?" Molly grinned. "Simple. You create a distraction, I grab the goods. We rendezvous at the getaway car." Bill nodded, though he still looked uncertain. "And if we get caught?" "We won't. I've got it all figured out." Molly patted her bulging backpack. "I'm bringing the big duffel bag. We'll be in and out in two minutes, tops." Bill took a deep breath and straightened his mask. "Alright, let's do this." As Molly slunk towards the table of presents, Bill sprang from his hiding spot. He ran into the yard, waving his arms and shouting incoherently. The children and adults alike turned to stare at the strange, masked man. Molly seized the opportunity and darted to the table. She began shoveling presents into her duffel bag with ruthless efficiency. Bill continued his crazed antics, drawing all eyes away from Molly's pilfering. He leaped over picnic tables and did cartwheels, whooping and hollering. In less than a minute, Molly had cleared the table. She hefted the heavy bag and made her escape, ducking behind the bushes. Bill saw her go and made a show of bowing to his bewildered audience before sprinting off after her. The two thieves met at their car, parked a few blocks away. They peeled off their masks, laughing hysterically. "We did it!" Molly crowed, tossing the duffel bag into the backseat. "Enough toys to keep us living large for months!" Bill shook his head in amazement. "I can't believe that actually worked." Molly grinned and revved the engine. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation, baby. Now let's blow this popsicle stand before the cops show up." With a squeal of tires, they sped off into the sunset, leaving behind a yard full of confused and disappointed children.