Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8RTECEX4183VA0B6RGMNW

Molly adjusted her ski mask and grinned at Bill, who was already picking the lock on the back door of the community center. "Alright, Bill, you got the lock, I got the plan. We hit this place in ten minutes, grab every present under the tree, and we’re out before the cake is cut." Bill glanced up, lock picked, and smirked. "Ten minutes? That’s cutting it close. What if some kid spots us?" "Then we tell them Santa’s early and we’re his advance team. Works every time." Bill shook his head. "You’re insane. What if the parents are still here?" Molly pulled out a fake badge. "Then we flash this ‘Party Safety Inspector’ thing and tell them we’re checking for choking hazards. Works even better." Bill sighed. "You realize we’re stealing from kids, right?" "Bill, these aren’t *their* presents. These are the ones the parents bought, wrapped, and will just rebuy next year. We’re just accelerating capitalism." The door clicked open. Bill stepped inside, then paused. "Molly, there’s a piñata." "Perfect. We’ll swing it, grab the presents, and swing it again. Problem solved." Bill groaned. "You’re a menace." "Damn right I am. Now move before the cake gets eaten."