Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVP2ERCM91KZK5C7FCDAS09

Molly adjusted her binoculars, peering through the hedges at the backyard chaos. Toddlers swarmed an enormous inflatable dragon. "The target is heavily fortified," she whispered, lowering the lenses. "I count twelve hostiles under four feet tall." Bill scratched his unshaven chin and chewed on a small toothpick, staring at a map drawn on a greasy napkin. "Hostiles? Molly, they are wearing little paper hats. That one over there is currently eating handfuls of dirt." "Focus, Bill," she snapped, tapping a finger forcefully against the napkin. "The payload is clustered on the main patio table. At exactly three thirty, the hired clown performs a very distracting magic trick. That is our window to bag the presents." He sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I still think stealing from a seven year old is bad karma. What if he cries?" Molly rolled her eyes toward the sky, shaking her head at him. "Tears are a distraction. We wear the mascot suits, blend in with the chaos, and grab the boxes." The plan was simple, but Bill always found a way to overcomplicate the logistics of their amateur operations. "Are you positive the dinosaur costumes will look natural?" He pointed clumsily toward the yard, squinting against the harsh afternoon sunlight. "That inflatable dragon represents a medieval theme. Dinosaurs lack historical accuracy here." Grabbing him by the shoulders, Molly gave him a remarkably firm shake. "You think a mob of hyperactive children cares about historical accuracy?" She gestured toward the patio, where a little child was chasing a terrified stray cat. "Just put the furry green tail on and wait for my damn signal." Bill reached into his duffel bag, pulling out a plush green lizard mask. He stared at it. "Fine. But how exactly do we bypass the clown? He holds balloons." A devious grin spread across her wide face as she tapped her wristwatch. "I paid off the ice cream man. We have a frozen dairy diversion." Music chimed from down the long street, causing the children to freeze immediately. "A legendary move. You bought out the whole truck?" Bill asked, genuinely impressed by the sheer tactical brilliance. "Every single popsicle." The mob of toddlers sprinted past the clown, leaving the brightly wrapped gifts completely unattended. The yard was totally silent. "Perfection. We have exactly four minutes before they finish eating and return. Zip up the suit." He struggled to shove his head into the giant plush mascot mouth, muffling his voice considerably. "I cannot see a single thing out of this plastic viewing hole." She slapped the back of his massive green neck and pushed him forcefully through the tall green bushes. "Follow my voice and grab anything wrapped in shiny paper, you idiot. We are leaving with the Legos." Stumbling blindly over a stray plastic tricycle, he tried cautiously to keep upright. "Okay, but if there is a real pony ride, I am absolutely petting the pony before we escape." She groaned loudly. "Just shut up and grab the presents!"