Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB38R63QSZMV5SFDHNXYZA

**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 wire-rimmed glasses and peered through the peephole, squinting at the glittering chaos inside. "Bill, you’re *not* gonna believe this." Bill wiped his brow with a napkin, already eyeing the glittery tablecloth. "Molly, I *do* believe it’s the most expensive party I’ve ever seen. And I *do* believe we’re about to get arrested for trespassing." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. We’re not here to arrest anyone. We’re here to arrest *the presents*." A giggling voice piped up from inside. "Mom! Dad! The presents are *everywhere*!" Bill groaned. "Oh, come *on*. You’re gonna have to be more specific." Molly grinned, already pulling out her lockpick. "Fine. The ones under the tree. The ones wrapped in *actual* paper, not those plastic ones. And the ones that aren’t already in the hands of a very confused 5-year-old." A shadow moved in the doorway. "You two are *so* not invited." Bill spun around, nearly dropping his flashlight. "Oh, *shit*—it’s the security guard." Molly’s eyes widened. "Bill, he’s *not* a security guard. He’s a *very* confused security guard." The man—who looked like he’d been dragged from a nap—stumbled forward, holding a half-eaten cupcake. "Uh… hi? You two look like you’re up to no good." Bill adjusted his sunglasses. "We’re just… uh… *collecting*." The man blinked. "Collecting what?" Molly stepped forward, holding up a glittery paper bag. "These. The *best* presents. The ones that don’t belong to anyone yet." The man’s eyes darted to the door. "You’re not supposed to be here." Bill sighed. "We know. But we *need* the presents. For… uh… *artistic purposes*." The man hesitated, then pointed at the tree. "The presents are under the tree." Molly nodded. "Perfect. Bill, you grab the ones wrapped in *real* paper. I’ll handle the ones with *extra* glitter." Bill groaned. "Molly, you’re gonna get us both arrested." She winked. "Nah. I’ve got a *plan*." A loud *BANG* echoed from inside. The man jumped. "Oh no. Someone’s *not* invited." Molly grinned. "That’s our cue." Bill grabbed his bag, already sprinting toward the tree. "Go! Go! Go!" Molly followed, dodging a confused toddler who was trying to hug her. "Watch where you’re *going*, kid!" Inside, chaos erupted. A security guard in a Santa hat tried to stop them. "You can’t take the presents!" Bill dodged him, grabbing a wrapped gift. "We *can*. And we *will*." Molly snatched another, slipping out the window just as the guard called after them. "You two are *so* not invited!" Bill grinned, already counting his loot. "Nah. We’re *invited*. To the next level." Molly adjusted her glasses. "Level up. *Toy level.*" And with that, the greatest heist in history began.