Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB0B2K3JAAGWDGJSNER5AW

**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 once pointed out, "If the cops see your eyes, they’ll just *know* you’re a thief." "Okay, Bill," Molly said, voice dripping with fake innocence, "I think we’re in the right place. The McGintys are *always* throwing these ridiculous ‘family fun’ parties where the kids get *way* too many presents." Bill grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Yeah, and we’re gonna take *all* of them. No fairy dust, no glow sticks, no *actual* toys that don’t come with a 10-page instruction manual for a 5-year-old." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re such a cynic. But fine, let’s do this. First rule: no getting caught. Second rule: if we hear a single ‘Mommy!’ or ‘Daddy!’ we *run*." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. You’re the one who suggested we wear those *ridiculous* ski masks." Molly sighed. "They’re *discreet*. And if we’re lucky, the partygoers will just think we’re a pair of weirdos from the neighborhood." The house was quiet except for the distant laughter of children. Molly peeked through the window—dozens of kids, all bundled up in costumes, their faces lit by strings of fairy lights. A table in the corner was laden with wrapped presents, their ribbons fluttering like tiny flags. Bill nudged her. "Okay, so what’s the play? We just *steal* them?" Molly smirked. "No. We *borrow* them. Like, *borrow* them. Then we’ll return them… *slightly* later." Bill groaned. "You’re *insane*." Molly grabbed a nearby chair, yanking it toward the window. "Shut up and help. We’re not doing this alone." With a dramatic flourish, she swung the chair—*clunk*—right into the window. Glass shattered. A child’s voice shrieked, *"Mommy!"* Bill froze. "Oh, *hell*." Molly grabbed his arm. "Run. *Now.*" They bolted, the sound of sirens filling the air behind them. Bill skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway, heart pounding. "We’re *so* screwed." Molly wiped sweat from her brow. "We’re *not* screwed. We’re *elite*. We’re the *McGinty Heist*. And if we get caught, we’ll just say we were *testing the security system*." Bill groaned. "You’re *terrible* at this." Molly grinned. "Nah. I’m *perfect*. Now, let’s go back in and *act* like we’re just two kids who *accidentally* broke the window." Bill groaned again. "I *hate* you."