Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAC1RA0F8BNNX7BBXFAH3K

Molly adjusted her ski mask and leaned against the fence, watching the house glow with rainbow lights. "Alright, Bill, talk me through the plan again. I swear, if this is another one of your ‘improvised’ schemes, I’m throwing you into the kiddie pool." Bill wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Relax, Mol. We’re not exactly *breaking in*—we’re *crashing*. Classic distraction heist. You play the overenthusiastic mom, I’ll be the ‘lost’ dad, and we waltz right in like we belong." "Oh, *wonderful*. So I’m supposed to charm a room full of screaming toddlers while you ‘accidentally’ knock over a piñata and make a run for it?" "Hey, the piñata’s full of candy. That’s *our* cut." Molly groaned. "You realize the presents are under the tree, not in the piñata, right?" "Details, Mol. We’ll cross that bridge when we’re knee-deep in wrapped toys." A child’s laughter echoed from the house. Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I get finger-painted by a three-year-old, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, remember—smile, act natural, and if anyone asks, we’re *definitely* here for the cupcakes."