Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAXR7YNAY2EPRG03FNH574

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The back door of the McGinty mansion creaked open with a sound like a sleepy toddler’s sneeze. Molly adjusted her scarf, ensuring it covered every inch of her face except her eyes—because, as Bill had reminded her, *"If they see your pupils, they’ll see you’re not a ghost."* "Okay, Bill," Molly whispered, "I’m ready. You’re the one who said we needed a distraction." Bill grinned, already pulling out his smoke bomb. "Distraction? More like *chaos*. You think they’ll just *let* us in?" "Relax, Bill. We’re not here to start a riot. We’re here to *steal* presents." A sharp *pop* filled the air as Bill lit the smoke bomb. Instantly, the backyard was shrouded in thick, acrid fog. Molly grabbed her bag—filled with lockpicks, a stolen key, and a single, very suspicious-looking spoon—and ducked behind a bush. "Whoa," Bill said, holding up a half-eaten cupcake. "This place is *literal gold.*" Molly rolled her eyes. "We’re not here for the snacks. We’re here for the *toys.*" A loud *BANG* echoed from inside the house. Molly and Bill froze. "Oh, come on," Bill muttered. "They’re probably just playing with the fire alarm." But then another *CRASH*—this time, from the kitchen. Molly’s stomach dropped. "Bill, we’re *not* getting caught." "Relax, Molly. We’re *professionals.*" He pulled out his phone. "I’ll text the cops. They’ll be here in five minutes to *help* us." Molly groaned. "You’re *insufferable.*" "Yeah, well, you’re the one who insisted on this *daring* plan." Bill tossed her a flashlight. "Here. Use this. If they see light, they’ll think we’re *vandals*." Molly took it, squinting into the fog. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming *you.*" "Deal." Bill grinned. "Now, let’s *steal* some toys." The front door burst open. A group of giggling kids spilled out, followed by a very confused-looking security guard. "Uh… guys?" the guard said. "You okay?" Molly and Bill exchanged a look. Then, with a dramatic sigh, Bill said, "We’re just here to *borrow* some toys. For our *very important*… uh… *art project.*" The kids cheered. The guard blinked. Molly and Bill bolted. "Run!" Bill yelled over their shoulders. Molly didn’t stop until they were halfway down the street, panting. "That was *terrible.*" "Yeah, but we got away with it!" Bill said, already pulling out his next smoke bomb. "Next time, we’re *stealing* the entire party." Molly groaned. "We’re *never* doing that again." Bill laughed. "Too late. You’re *hooked.*"