Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB5T3J2SWV9C8G650H6HVW

The neon glow of a neon "Happy Birthday!" sign flickered outside the glass as Molly adjusted her mask, her fingers twitching with nervous energy. "Alright, Bill, we’re in. The cake’s got more frosting than a bank vault’s got gold bars. This is gonna be easier than robbing a library." Bill, already crouched by the front door, grinned through his own mask. "Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, Molly. This ain’t about the cake—it’s about the *presents*. You ever seen a kid’s room after a birthday? It’s like a treasure trove, but with more glitter and less, you know, *actual* treasure." Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You’re telling me you’d rather steal a bunch of plastic toys than, I don’t know, a diamond necklace or a rare painting?" Bill chuckled, pulling a tiny hammer from his pocket. "First off, diamonds are overrated. Second, have you *seen* the price tag on that LEGO set? That’s more money than my last three jobs combined. And third—" he held up a finger—"kids don’t scream when you take their toys. They just cry and say, ‘But it’s *mine*!’" Molly groaned, kicking a shoelace out of her way. "You’re insane. What if the parents show up early?" Bill winked. "Then we’re just early for dessert. Now move it—those presents aren’t gonna steal themselves." He cracked his knuckles. "And Molly? If we get caught, I’m blaming the dog."