Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7RM0X5K86QQ7TD9E24CMN

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The back door of the McGinty mansion creaked open with a sound like a sleepy toddler’s sneeze. Molly adjusted her scarf—*just in case*—and peeked inside. The living room was a riot of glitter, balloons, and the faint scent of sugar cookies. Bill, ever the optimist, grinned. **"Alright, Molly. We’ve got ourselves a party. Literally."** Molly rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She’d seen the security footage—the cameras were blind to the back door, but the motion sensors were *not*. She grabbed the flashlight from her pocket and flicked it on, illuminating a half-eaten cupcake on the coffee table. **"You’re gonna get us both arrested for vandalism."** **"Nah, nah, nah,"** Bill said, already unzipping his backpack. **"We’re just *borrowing* some toys. Like, *borrowing* like, *borrowing*."** Molly sighed. **"Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the ‘accidental’ fire alarm."** **"Deal."** Bill tossed a small, well-hidden pouch into her hands. **"This is the key to the treasure chest. It’s in the basement, under the ‘emergency’ stash of adult snacks."** Molly took it, her fingers brushing against something cold. **"You’re telling me there’s *actual* treasure?"** **"Oh yeah."** Bill grinned. **"Goldfish crackers. And a single, unopened Lego set."** Molly groaned. **"We’re not getting caught for *goldfish crackers*."** **"Relax, Molly. The cops won’t even know we were here."** Bill adjusted his sunglasses—*just in case*—and checked his watch. **"We’ve got, like, five minutes before the parents start checking under the beds."** Molly’s stomach twisted. **"You’re *sure* the basement is unlocked?"** **"Positive."** Bill pulled out a tiny, glittery key. **"I rigged it myself. *Mostly.*"** Molly hesitated, then nodded. **"Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling the police you were the one who *actually* ate the cake."** **"Deal."** Bill clapped her on the shoulder. **"Now let’s go before the party’s over before we even start!"** They slipped into the hallway, Molly’s flashlight cutting through the darkness like a tiny, nervous laser pointer. Bill led the way, his boots making soft *thuds* against the floorboards. **"You think the parents will notice we’re gone?"** **"Probably."** Bill checked his phone. **"But they’ll think we’re *playing*."** Molly’s heart pounded. **"We’re *stealing*."** **"Yeah, yeah."** Bill grinned. **"But we’re *stealing* like the best thieves in the world."** Molly wanted to argue, but the basement door creaked open behind them, and the scent of sugar cookies suddenly smelled *way* too good. She took a deep breath. **"Alright. Let’s do this."** Bill winked. **"To the greatest heist of all time."** Molly clinked her flashlight against his. **"To the *worst* heist of all time."** And with that, they descended into the darkness, ready to steal a lifetime’s worth of toys—*or at least a few goldfish crackers*.