Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG298S8634K30CNJHPDGJZ

Molly and Bill stood in the shadows of the alleyway, their eyes fixed on the brightly lit house across the street. Laughter and music spilled out from the open windows, mingling with the excited chatter of children. "Are you sure about this, Molly?" Bill asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Breaking into a kid's birthday party? It feels wrong." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Bill. It's not like we're stealing from the kids themselves. We're just taking the presents. Besides, have you seen the size of that pile? There's gotta be at least a thousand dollars' worth of stuff in there." Bill shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know, Molly. It's just... I've got a soft spot for kids, you know? The way their eyes light up when they open a present..." "Oh, for crying out loud," Molly snapped. "You're not seriously getting cold feet on me now, are you? We've been planning this for weeks!" Bill sighed. "I know, I know. It's just... what if we get caught? What if the parents find out? I don't want to be the guy who ruined some kid's birthday." Molly grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a shake. "Listen to me, Bill. We're professionals. We've pulled off heists that would make your head spin. This is just a little birthday party. Piece of cake." Bill hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded. "Alright, alright. Let's do this." Molly grinned and handed him a pair of gloves. "That's the spirit. Now, remember the plan. We sneak in through the back door, grab as many presents as we can carry, and make a run for it. Easy peasy." Bill slipped on the gloves and flexed his fingers. "And what about the security system? I thought the parents had one installed." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Please. I hacked into their system last night. We've got a solid ten minutes before the alarm goes off. Plenty of time to grab the goods and get out of there." Bill nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline as they crept towards the house. They slipped through the back door and found themselves in a darkened hallway. The sounds of the party grew louder as they made their way towards the living room. Molly peered around the corner and grinned. "There they are. Jackpot." Bill's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the presents piled high under the Christmas tree. "Wow. That's... that's a lot of presents." Molly elbowed him in the ribs. "Focus, Bill. We've got work to do." They crept into the room, grabbing armfuls of presents and stuffing them into the large duffel bags they had brought with them. The laughter and chatter of the party-goers filled the air, but no one seemed to notice the two thieves in their midst. Just as they were about to make their escape, a small voice piped up from behind them. "Mommy, who are those people?" Molly and Bill froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. Slowly, they turned to face the little girl who had spoken, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. Molly plastered on a smile. "Why, hello there, little one. We're just... helping Santa Claus deliver some extra presents. Isn't that right, Bill?" Bill nodded vigorously, his face pale. "Y-yeah, that's right. Santa's helpers. We're just here to make sure everyone gets their presents on time." The little girl's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "But it's not even Christmas yet." Molly laughed nervously. "Well, you know Santa. He likes to get a head start on things. Now, why don't you run along and enjoy the party, okay?" The little girl hesitated for a moment longer, then shrugged and scampered off. Molly and Bill breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made their escape, their duffel bags heavy with stolen presents. As they slipped out the back door and into the night, Bill turned to Molly with a grin. "You know, for a bunch of kids' presents, this haul isn't half bad." Molly chuckled. "I told you, Bill. Easy peasy." And with that, they disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a confused and disappointed group of children, wondering where their presents had gone.