Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB8N7KBYY4EHSRFMR5A3DE

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The back door of the McGinty mansion creaked open with a sound like a sleepy pirate’s snore. Molly adjusted her scarf, ensuring it was just long enough to hide her face but not so long she’d trip over it. “Bill,” she whispered, “we’re in.” Bill peeked around the corner, his breath fogging the air. “You’re not wearing a mask.” “Neither are you,” Molly shot back. “We’re *professionals*.” “Yeah, yeah. But if we get caught, we’re both gonna be in *real* trouble.” “Like what, a lifetime in a toy-free prison?” Bill groaned. “Molly, we’re *not* doing this.” “Relax, Bill. We’re just taking the presents. No one’s gonna miss a few toys.” “You’re *insane*.” “And you’re *naïve*. Look at the place—gold-plated everything, security cameras like a Disneyland of doom. We’re in.” The house was silent except for the hum of the fridge. Molly’s eyes landed on the front door. “We’re gonna need a distraction.” Bill groaned again. “Like what?” “A *very* convincing scream.” “A *very* convincing scream of what?” “A *very* convincing scream of a child.” Bill’s face twisted. “You’re *terrifying*.” “And you’re *useless*. Now, let’s go.” They moved like shadows, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The kitchen was empty, but the living room was a treasure trove—stuffed animals, glittering dolls, a single, half-unwrapped present under the tree. Molly’s eyes lit up. “Bill, look!” Bill squinted. “That’s just a *very* expensive teddy bear.” “It’s *ours*.” “Molly, we’re *not* stealing from a *party*.” “It’s *not* a party, it’s a *house*.” A loud *BANG* echoed from the front door. Both froze. “Shit,” Bill whispered. Molly’s eyes darted to the window. A child’s voice, muffled but panicked, came from outside. “Mommy! Daddy! Help!” Bill’s face paled. “We’re *so* screwed.” Molly grabbed his arm. “No, we’re *not*.” She yanked open the window. “Hey! It’s okay! We’re just—” A tiny hand shot out, gripping her sleeve. “I’m five!” Bill groaned. “Oh, *come on*.” Molly sighed. “Fine. We’re *very* bad kids. We’re gonna run away.” The child’s eyes widened. “Where?” “Somewhere *very* far away!” The child’s face scrunched up. “But… where?” “Don’t worry, we’ll tell you later,” Molly lied. The child’s voice turned to a whimper. “But… what about my presents?” Bill groaned. “We’re *not* stealing from a *child*.” Molly grabbed the teddy bear and stuffed it under her arm. “We’re *not* stealing from *anyone*.” The child’s eyes locked onto the bear. “Is that… a *real* bear?” Bill’s stomach dropped. “Molly, we’re *doomed*.” She winked. “Relax, Bill. We’re *not* stealing from a *bear*.” The child’s voice cracked. “Please… don’t take my presents.” Molly sighed. “We’re *not* taking your presents.” Bill’s eyes bulged. “We’re *never* doing this again.” Molly grabbed his hand. “Come on, Bill. Let’s go.” They ran, the child’s screams fading behind them. The presents were gone. The house was empty. And for the first time, Bill looked at Molly and said, “We’re *never* doing this again.” Molly grinned. “Good. Because we’re *not* stealing from *anyone*.” And with that, they vanished into the night, leaving behind only the sound of a child’s disappointed wail.