Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9MZGVQ98REPYRSSTR21A4

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" balloon cast long shadows across the living room floor as Molly adjusted the strap of her satchel, her breath fogging the glass of the sliding glass door. "Alright, Bill," she whispered, nudging him with her elbow. "We’re in. But we’ve got to move fast—Timmy’s parents are *way* too into this ‘open bar’ thing. You ever see a grown-up chug a cupcake?" Bill, already crouched by the front door, grinned around a mouthful of stolen candy canes. "I’ve seen it. It’s like watching a goldfish try to do backflips. And hey, if we’re stealing presents, we might as well make it *festive*. Got a plan for the security?" Molly rolled her eyes, pulling a tiny remote from her pocket. "This? It’s a *remote*. For the parents’ phones. One press, and they’re all asleep in the living room, snoring like a chorus of drunk penguins. But we’ve got to time it right—Timmy’s got a ‘surprise’ speech at, like, 8:30. So we hit the house by 8:15 sharp, or we’re stealing from a room full of crying kids and confused adults." Bill adjusted his wire-frame glasses, squinting at his watch. "You sure about this? Last time we did a kids’ party, we ended up with a piñata full of *glow sticks* and a toddler who swore we were Santa’s ‘backup elves.’" Molly smirked, tossing him a small, velvet-lined pouch. "Relax, Bill. This time, we’re not stealing *from* the kids—we’re stealing *for* them. Imagine: no more ‘one present per kid’ rules. No more ‘you can’t have that one because it’s *too nice*.’ We’re giving them the *whole* treasure chest. Literally. That’s the one under the tree with the ‘DO NOT OPEN’ sign. I saw it." Bill groaned, clutching his chest. "You’re evil. But fine. I’ll handle the ‘distraction’—I’ll ‘accidentally’ knock over the cake stand and make it look like I’m tripping over my own feet. You handle the presents." Molly grinned. "Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the ‘accidental’ cake stand. And also for the fact that you once tried to steal a teddy bear and ended up with a *stuffed raccoon* instead." Bill laughed, already slipping out the door. "Worth it. Meet you by the tree in three minutes. And Molly?" She turned, one eyebrow raised. "Bring the duct tape. Just in case." Molly sighed, pulling out a roll from her pocket. "Always."