Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8ZQF9VC6DGCJBF3FF8E3Q

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** Molly adjusted her sunglasses, peering through the window of the posh estate. "Bill, we’re *so* close. The security system’s got a weak spot—just the way we like it." Bill wiped his brow with a napkin, already half-eaten from the party buffet. "Molly, you’re *insane*. We’re about to rob a *children’s party*. What if the kids see us? What if they call the cops?" Molly smirked. "Relax, Bill. We’ll be gone before they even realize we’re there. Plus, we’re *stealing presents*, not money. It’s *artistic*. The kids will just think we’re the coolest thieves ever." Bill groaned, tossing his napkin aside. "You’re *delusional*. What if the parents have guns? What if the security guard’s a retired cop?" Molly leaned in, whispering dramatically. "Then we’ll just *bluff*. We’ll say we’re here to ‘protect’ the toys from ‘unscrupulous adults.’ Classic distraction. You remember how we did it last time?" Bill groaned again but nodded. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming *you*." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let’s go. The back door’s got a *very* loose hinge. We’ve been practicing." Bill groaned but followed, already scanning the yard. "Molly, what if the party’s *indoor*? What if we have to sneak in through the *house*?" Molly stopped dead. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Bill, we *forgot* to check the map. The party’s *inside* the house. We’re *doomed*." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "We’re gonna need a *plan*. Like, a *real* plan. Not just ‘we’ll sneak in and steal the presents.’" Molly adjusted her bag, already calculating. "Okay, new plan. We’ll go in through the *kitchen*. The parents are probably there, so we’ll just *bluff* our way past them. We’ll say we’re ‘helping’ the kids find their presents. Classic." Bill groaned. "Molly, you’re *terrible* at this. What if they ask *questions*?" Molly smirked. "Then we’ll lie. We’ll say we’re ‘artists’ or ‘scientists’ or something. We’ve got *plausible deniability*. It’s our superpower." Bill groaned but started walking again. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m *never* talking to you again." Molly laughed, already counting down the seconds until the party started. "Deal. Three… two… one… *GO!*" They slipped into the kitchen, where a group of parents were handing out snacks. Bill froze. "Molly, what if they *see us*?" Molly grabbed a nearby chair and pretended to adjust her glasses. "Relax. We’ll just say we’re ‘late’ for our own party. Classic." Bill groaned but nodded, stepping forward. "I’m *Bill*. And I’m here to help the kids find their presents." A parent turned, confused. "Oh, you’re the *toy collectors*? From last year?" Molly nodded eagerly. "Yeah! We’re *so* excited to help. We’ve got *special* presents for them!" The parents exchanged glances, then laughed. "Oh, you’re *hilarious*. Go on, then." Bill and Molly bolted for the living room, stealing presents like mad. A little girl spotted them. "Hey! Who are you?" Molly waved. "Just *artists*! We’re *so* talented!" The girl giggled and ran off. Bill caught up, already stuffing a stuffed animal into his bag. "Molly, we’re *winning*." Molly grinned. "We *are*. Now, let’s *go* before we get caught." They slipped out the back door, already counting their loot. "Bill, we did it. We *stole presents*." Bill groaned but smiled. "Yeah. We *did*." Molly clapped her hands. "We’re *legendary*!" Bill groaned but laughed. "Yeah. We’re *legendary*." And with that, the two thieves vanished into the night, already plotting their next grand heist—this time, maybe *stealing the entire toy store*.