Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9HBQWT8ME47N1N5HV6FGV

The neon glow of a flickering neon sign outside the party venue cast long shadows across the alleyway. Molly adjusted the oversized bow tie she’d "borrowed" from a thrift store, her eyes scanning the security cameras mounted on the building’s rooftop. "Alright, Bill," she said, nudging him with her elbow. "We’re not just stealing presents—we’re stealing *the joy* of Christmas. Imagine the look on those parents’ faces when they realize Santa’s been replaced by *us*." Bill wiped his hands on his pants, leaving smudges of grease. "Yeah, but what if the kid’s got a *real* Santa Claus? What then, Molly? We’re not exactly the jolly type." She rolled her eyes. "Relax. The kid’s got a *toy* Santa Claus. And even if he doesn’t, we’ll just tell him we’re the *real* Santa’s backup team. Works every time." Bill groaned. "You’re terrible at this." "Yeah, but I’m *good* at it." She grinned, pulling out a bag of what looked suspiciously like candy canes. "These’ll help with the bribery. Kids love candy canes. Parents? Not so much." Bill snatched one, taking a big bite. "You’re gonna get us caught." "Only if we get *too* caught up in the fun." Molly adjusted her mask—just a silly red nose—and winked. "Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? We get arrested? Big deal. The kids’ll still have their presents. And we’ll have a great story." Bill sighed, but he was smiling. "You’re insane." "Exactly." She tossed him a pair of kid-sized gloves. "Now let’s go make some magic."