Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY90TS4P3EB4YW6X72CJFX2

**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 wire-rimmed glasses and gave Bill a once-over. "You’re *still* wearing those flip-flops? This is a *war*, Bill. We’re not sneaking in like a couple of kindergarteners." Bill grinned, flipping his own flip-flops around his ankles. "Relax, Molly. I’ve got the *look*. The *mood*. I’m basically a pirate who just forgot his sword." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. "You’re a menace. But fine, let’s do this. The party’s in the basement, right? And the security system’s just a kid with a fire alarm?" Bill nodded, already peeking around the corner. "Yep. And the presents are stacked in the corner like a giant, glittery Christmas tree. Perfect." A loud *BANG* echoed from upstairs. Molly gasped. "Oh no. The parents heard us." Bill groaned. "We’re doomed." Molly grabbed her bag of tools—mostly a butter knife and a hairpin—and zipped it shut. "Then we improvise. We’ll just… *blend in*." Bill groaned again. "You’re worse than a toddler with a toy gun." They crept down the stairs, Molly’s sneakers making *thud-thud* noises that sounded suspiciously like a marching band. The basement door was ajar, and inside, the air smelled like cotton candy and regret. "Okay," Bill whispered, "this is it. The presents are *right there*—" A shadow loomed. A kid, maybe eight years old, stood in the doorway, holding a fire extinguisher like it was a sword. "Who’s in there?" Bill froze. Molly’s eyes widened. "Oh no. *Not* the kid with the fire extinguisher." The boy stepped forward, arms crossed. "You two look like you’re up to no good. What’s your game?" Molly sighed. "We’re just… *borrowing* some toys." The kid smirked. "Borrowing? That’s a fancy word for *stealing*." Bill gulped. "We’re *not* stealing. We’re *helping*." The kid tilted his head. "How?" Molly pulled out her butter knife. "We’re gonna *swap* presents. You give us yours, we give you *ours*." The kid’s eyes lit up. "You’re *geniuses*." Bill groaned. "We’re *terrible* at this." The kid grinned. "Then let’s make it *fun*." And just like that, the Great Toy Heist turned into the *Great Toy Swap*—with a kid who just wanted to be a hero.