Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEQJ8546SBTJHHGV07VZ3X

Molly adjusted the plastic clown nose, peering through slats above the fire grate. Bill checked the lockpicker set, humming tune suggesting confidence rather than preparation for the mission. Outside, the children screeched like banshees, playing drums against glass, a percussion section for grand opera of theft. They weren't stealing diamonds today. The prize wall glowed beneath tangled paper streams and ribbons. Bill pointed at the wrapping paper pile on the floor. She nodded, pulling tongs from her boot. The plan was simple. In, out, before cake slicing. They would vanish leaving crumbs of glitter behind. Security was nonexistent. A mom watched television. No alarms triggered by squeaky toys. It felt like pure greed disguised as mischief tonight. Molly glanced at duffel bag on table. Bill checked watch. It was finally time. They moved like shadows in a nursery. The first door creaked. Nothing happened silently. Bill signaled left for them. They slipped past table laden with dolls and legos. The smell of frosting clung to floor. Molly whispered, "We should hurry up and grab the best big presents now." Bill nodded, "Okay but be careful with the dog nearby please." They moved. Success was theirs.