Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8NJS4B67YGJQDT3G6F68P

The neon glow of a flickering neon sign cast long shadows over the alley as Molly adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging in the cold night air. "Alright, Bill, let’s talk strategy. We’re hitting the Smiths’ place tonight—kids’ party, free snacks, and most importantly, *presents*." Bill leaned against the dumpster, cracking his knuckles. "Free snacks? Molly, you’re a menace. I’m not stealing candy canes, I’m stealing *toys*." "Details, Bill. Details. The party’s at seven, but the parents won’t be paying attention until nine. We hit between then, grab the presents, and be gone before the kids even notice their own toys are missing." Bill scratched his chin. "And how exactly do we get in? The front door’s got a doorman." Molly grinned. "We don’t. We go through the kitchen. The back door’s unlocked—it’s always unlocked. And if anyone asks, we’re just there to ‘help with the cupcakes.’" Bill groaned. "Molly, we’re not bakers." "Close enough. Now, if we’re quick, we can snatch the presents, ditch the kids’ bikes outside, and be long gone before the parents even realize their kid’s favorite action figure is now in my possession." Bill sighed. "You’re insane." "Brilliant. Now, who’s bringing the distraction?"