Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9RH2KG4A5SMYQ7FGHC3HW

Molly adjusted her ski mask and grinned at Bill, who was already picking the lock on the back gate of the suburban mansion. "Alright, Bill, you got the gate, I got the presents. But we’re not taking *all* of them, right? Just the good stuff. The Lego sets, the action figures—" "Molly, we’re thieves, not charity workers. If it’s under a tree, it’s ours." She sighed. "Fine, but we skip the Barbie dolls. Too much emotional baggage." Bill finally popped the lock and pushed the gate open. "You’re the one who said we needed a ‘heart’ for this job." "Yeah, well, my heart’s in my stomach because we’re about to rob a *children’s party*." They crept through the backyard, dodging a trampoline and a half-eaten cupcake. Inside, the living room was packed with kids screaming over presents. "Okay, new plan," Molly whispered. "We grab the big stuff, then bolt before anyone notices." Bill nodded. "And if someone yells ‘thief’?" "Then we tell them Santa sent us." A little boy spotted them. "Mom! There’s two *very* suspicious adults!" Molly grabbed a giant teddy bear and a robot toy. "Run!" Bill snatched a remote-control car and a dollhouse. "We’re outta here!" They bolted for the gate as the party guests chased them, screaming. "Next time," Bill panted, "we hit a *baby shower*."