Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAR7THRJ7TE472CHPAFG1G

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" balloon cast long shadows across the backyard as Molly adjusted the strap of her satchel, her fingers twitching with the kind of restless energy usually reserved for people who’d just downed three espressos and a shot of adrenaline. "Alright, Bill," she said, nudging a wobbly picnic table with her boot. "We’re not just breaking in—we’re breaking *in* like a couple of overgrown kids who forgot their homework. No alarms, no guards, just a bunch of parents too busy texting their friends to notice us slip in like ghosts with a side of glitter." Bill wiped his palms on his jeans, leaving smudges of what might’ve been dirt or maybe just regret. "Ghosts with glitter? That’s our brand now? I was thinking more… *sleek*. Like a pair of ninjas who also run a lemonade stand." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re the one who insisted we wear these ridiculous capes. They’re *not* ninja capes, Bill. They’re ‘I tried to be cool but failed’ capes." "Fine, fine," he muttered, tugging at the tattered fabric. "But if we get caught, I’m blaming the cape. And also the fact that half the presents are wrapped in *sparkly* paper. It’s like they’re *begging* for us to steal them." Molly grinned, pulling a tiny flashlight from her pocket. "Good thing we’re not the ones begging. We’re the ones *taking*." She flicked the light on, casting a dramatic beam over the yard. "Three… two… one… *go*."