Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAQV7Y2X04WWW02HAAGFX5

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The neon glow of the party hall pulsed like a disco heartbeat outside the locked double doors. Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the glass so thickly it looked like she’d just stepped out of a sauna. "Bill," she whispered, "we’re gonna need a distraction. Something *extra* convincing." Bill cracked his knuckles, his fake mustache twitching. "I’ve got it. I’ll pretend to be the *real* Santa Claus." Molly groaned. "You’re not even a clown." "Neither are you," he shot back, "but you’re the one who’s gonna have to *act* like a clown." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if I trip over my own shoelaces, I’m blaming you." The party was in full swing—kids screaming, parents yelling, and the sound of a kazoo playing *"Jingle Bells"* at full volume. Bill sauntered toward the front, his tinfoil hat perched precariously on his head. "Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas! What’s your name, little buddy?" A little girl in a glittery dress pointed at him. "That’s Santa!" Molly’s stomach dropped. "We’re *so* screwed." Bill grinned. "Nah, nah. I’m just here to *collect* presents. You wanna help me?" The girl giggled and handed him a wrapped gift. "Here! It’s for you!" Bill’s eyes widened. "Ohhh, you’re *so* sweet." He took the present, his voice suddenly deep and gravelly. "But first, I gotta check if it’s *real* gold." Molly’s heart pounded. "Bill, we’re *one step* from being arrested." "Relax," he said, pulling out a tiny flashlight. "I’ll just shine it on it. See? *Gold foil.*" The girl squealed. "It’s *magic*!" Molly’s grip tightened on her picklock. "We’re *doomed.*" Bill winked. "Nah. We’re just *starting.*" The partygoers cheered as he "discovered" more gold-wrapped gifts, his fake Santa voice growing more convincing by the second. Molly’s plan was to slip in through the kitchen, but now? Now she was stuck playing along. "Okay," she muttered, "if we’re gonna do this, we might as well make it *legendary.*" Bill grinned. "Legendary? Like, *‘Bill and Molly stole the entire party’* legendary?" Molly nodded. "Yes. That’s the ticket." The crowd erupted as Bill "accidentally" knocked over a cake, sending sprinkles flying. "Oops! Santa’s *sensitive* to sugar!" Molly’s mind raced. "We’ve got to move fast. The presents are *everywhere.*" Bill adjusted his hat. "And we’ve got *time.*" The party was chaos—parents chasing kids, the DJ suddenly playing *"Baby Shark"* at full blast, and Molly’s plan to sneak in through the back was now just a *dream.* But as the last gift was handed to Bill, he turned to her with a smirk. "Alright, partner. Let’s go." Molly exhaled. "We’re *in.*" And just like that, the greatest heist of the holiday season was about to begin.