Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAWJAP6TR2YRF32ZQJWXF7

Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the air like a tiny, sneaky cloud. "Bill, we’re *not* doing this the way we planned. The party’s at the mall—*again*—and the security’s worse than a toddler’s tantrum." Bill wiped his brow with a crumpled napkin. "Yeah, well, the presents are *still* there. And if we don’t go now, the parents’ll start singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ at midnight." Molly grinned, her teeth glinting under the mall lights. "Then we’ll sing *‘The Thieves’ Lullaby’* instead. ‘*Sneak and steal, don’t be late…*’" Bill groaned, but his eyes lit up. "You’re *insane*. But you’re right. The presents are *everywhere*—under the tree, in the stockings, even in the *toilet*." Molly gasped, clutching her chest. "The *toilet*?! Bill, that’s *not* how this works!" "Relax, it’s just a *quick* peek," he said, already unzipping his pants. "But if we’re caught, we’re *both* getting the *‘I’m Sorry’ dance* from the security guard." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if we get caught, we *both* get the *‘I’m Sorry’* dance *and* the *‘You’re Grounded’* dance. *Forever*." Bill nodded solemnly. "Deal. But first—*who’s the ringmaster?*" Molly pointed at the stage. "That’s him. He’s got the *biggest* present. Probably a *golden spoon*." Bill’s eyes widened. "A *golden spoon*?! That’s *worth* a small island!" Molly smirked. "Then let’s go steal it before the kids realize we’re *missing*."