Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB7J2JPZSXGWGM6YZ74YT0

Molly adjusted her sunglasses, peering at the gated driveway through the window. "Bill, we’re *so* close. The parents are all at the bar down the street. Just one more minute." Bill wiped his brow with a napkin, grinning. "Yeah, yeah. But what if the presents are *under* the tree? That’s a whole other level of chaos." Molly groaned, tossing her keys onto the counter. "We *could* just—oh, wait, the security system’s got motion sensors. And the alarm’s got a *siren*." "Relax, Molly. We’re not idiots. We’ll just—*bam*—smash the window. Classic." Molly’s eyes narrowed. "You’re *such* a romantic. What if the cops hear it? What if the presents are *inside* the presents?" Bill laughed, slapping her shoulder. "Relax, we’ve got a *plan*. We’ll distract the kids with a fake ‘emergency’—" "*What?*" "—then we’ll—" "*Bill, we’re not kids anymore.*" "—we’ll *steal the presents*!" Molly sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming *you* for suggesting ‘emergencies.’" Bill clapped his hands. "Deal! Now, let’s *go* before the presents turn into *regrets*!"