Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPT05AZ6PTWC69XJMAH06W

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the lavish backyard. "You realize this is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had, right?" Bill, balancing a tray of cupcakes he’d swiped from the kitchen, grinned. "Dumb? No. *Brilliant.* Kids don’t lock their presents. They don’t even *think* about security. It’s like stealing candy from a baby, except the baby is rich and the candy is a *Ferrari*." Molly sighed. "We’re stealing from *children*, Bill. That’s a new low, even for us." "Technically, we’re stealing from their *parents*. And let’s be honest, these parents could afford to buy the kids *another* Ferrari. Probably two." He popped a cupcake into his mouth. "Besides, we’re doing them a favor. Imagine the chaos when they open all these presents at once. It’s like Christmas morning, but with more screaming and fewer reindeer." Molly groaned. "You’re insufferable. Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." "Deal. Now, you distract the clown—" "*What clown?*" "The one in the corner juggling knives. Focus, Molly. I’ll sneak into the gift pile. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut." Molly shook her head. "This is *so* not how I thought my life would go."