Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYA97YCXWRR4PM1236TC0W4

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The neon glow of the party hall pulsed like a disco heartbeat outside Molly’s window. Inside, a dozen kids screamed as a giant inflatable dragon lunged at them. Molly adjusted her ski mask, her fingers twitching with the weight of her lockpick kit. “Bill,” she whispered, “we’re not just stealing presents. We’re stealing *joy*.” Bill wiped his brow with a crumpled napkin, his breath fogging the cold air. “Joy? Molly, we’re in *kidnap mode* here. If we get caught, they’ll call the cops, and then the cops’ll call the *parents*, and then the parents’ll call the *fire department*—” “And then we’ll be the heroes,” Molly interrupted, tossing him a stolen candy cane. “The *real* heroes.” Bill took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “You’re right. But we need a plan. The security system’s got motion sensors, and the doors are reinforced with *toy guns*.” “Toy guns?” Molly scoffed. “They’re just for show. The real locks are behind the *giant stuffed animal*.” Bill’s eyes lit up. “You’re on. But we need a distraction.” “A distraction?” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’re *stealing presents*, not *saving the world*.” “Fine,” Bill said, grinning. “We’ll just… *pretend* to be the party’s worst guests.” Molly groaned. “You’re terrible at this.” “Nah,” Bill said, pulling out a stolen party hat. “I’m *perfect*. I’ll be the guy who keeps dropping his *sock* everywhere.” Molly sighed but smirked. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal,” Bill said, already sprinting toward the front door. “First rule: no screaming. Second rule: *steal everything*.” Molly grabbed her bag of tools and followed, her heart pounding. The party was chaos—kids laughing, parents yelling, and a very confused bouncer staring at them like they were aliens. Then Bill did it. He tripped over his own sock, faceplanting into a pile of balloons. The kids gasped. The parents gasped. The bouncer gasped. Molly grinned. “Now *that’s* a distraction.” Bill wiped his mouth, adjusting his hat. “We’re in.” The moment the bouncer turned away, Molly kicked in the door. Inside, the room was a riot of wrapped gifts, glitter, and the occasional confused toddler. Bill grabbed a sack. “First rule: *no glitter*.” Molly rolled her eyes but started pilfering. “Second rule: *steal the most expensive stuff*.” They worked in silence, their hands moving faster than their minds. A stuffed unicorn. A toy car. A *very* expensive action figure. Then Bill froze. “Molly,” he whispered, “what if we *don’t* get caught?” Molly paused, holding a half-wrapped present. “Then we’ll just say we were *testing the security system*.” Bill groaned. “You’re evil.” “And you’re *useless*,” Molly shot back, already stuffing another gift into her bag. Bill sighed, but he was grinning. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m *blaming you*.” Molly smirked. “Deal.” And with that, the two greatest thieves in history vanished into the night, leaving behind only a trail of stolen toys and the faintest echo of a very confused bouncer’s scream.