Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEHG73PSER32BCK5AFG47P

Moonlight filtered through the paper mache sun hanging crookedly above the driveway as they crouched behind the plastic penguin. Molly adjusted her wire cutters while Bill fumbled with the lockpick, sweating profusely despite the autumn chill. Inside, laughter erupted like a deflating balloon near the tree. The target sat in the center of the room, wrapped in festive paper with bows larger than the gifts themselves. Molly kicked a stray plastic dinosaur aside, her face grim beneath the black mask. They were professionals, but stealing from toddlers felt inherently unethical if they were not careful. Bill whispered the password for the internet just in case, then winced at the screeching. Molly checked the perimeter for parents. There was no escape if the dog woke up. They moved in silence, the weight of the bag heavy on her shoulder. She paused at the window, calculating the probability of a screaming match upon their exit. The plan was simple. The execution was chaotic. She nodded to Bill. Bill shook his head. Molly sighed loudly. Bill pointed at the remote. "Is the dog asleep?" "Only if TV is on." "We must turn that on." "On mantle?" "There is no remote." They were in.