Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAYC925QG06XTVFMN9X36D

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The back door of the McGinty’s house creaked open with a sound like a sleepy toddler’s sneeze. Molly adjusted her scarf—just in case—and Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming like a kid who’d just spotted the last slice of pizza. “You sure this is the right place?” Bill asked, peering through the gap in the fence. “Positive,” Molly said, already pulling out her lockpick. “The McGintys are *always* hosting a party. And if there’s one thing I know about kids, it’s that they leave their presents *everywhere*.” Bill groaned. “You’re gonna get us both arrested.” “Nah,” Molly said, wiggling the lock. “I’ve got a plan. We go in, we steal the presents, and we *blame the dog*.” Bill’s eyebrows shot up. “The *dog*?” “Yeah,” Molly said, grinning. “The McGinty’s golden retriever, Sir Barksalot. He’s got a *thing* for shiny things. We leave him with a few of the best toys, and the cops’ll think he stole them.” Bill scratched his head. “And if they don’t buy it?” “Then we’ll just say we were *helping* him,” Molly said. “Kids love their dogs. They’ll *love* us.” Bill sighed, but he was already nodding. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Molly laughed, slipping inside. The house was quiet—too quiet. Then she heard it: the sound of laughter, music, and the unmistakable *clink* of a soda can. “Oh, come on,” Molly whispered. Bill followed her gaze. The McGinty’s backyard was lit up like a Christmas tree, and from the kitchen window, a kid in a pirate hat was handing out candy canes. “This is *gold*,” Molly said, already pulling out her phone. Bill groaned. “We’re gonna get caught.” “Nah,” Molly said, already texting. “We’re gonna *win*.” She sent off a quick message: *Hey, McGinty! Just wanted to let you know Sir Barksalot’s been sneaking into the party. He’s a *real* troublemaker. —Molly & Bill* Bill read it, then read it again. “You’re insane.” “And you’re *useful*,” Molly said, already slipping back outside. “Now let’s go make this *legendary*.” Bill followed, his heart pounding. “We’re gonna get us both in trouble.” “Nah,” Molly said, already grabbing a bag. “We’re gonna get us *rich*.” And with that, the two thieves vanished into the night, ready to pull off the heist of the century.