Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBFBAAX172ZBFBAKZYPC09G

Molly knelt in the warm grass behind the hydrangea bush. Rain fell softly against the dark sky while she checked her thermal goggles. Near her left foot, Bill adjusted the strap of his heavy canvas bag. The party inside blared with upbeat music that vibrated through the wooden siding. Their target sat visible through the window, a mountain of colorful boxes stacked beneath the pine tree. Every parent believed their children would be sleeping while they opened the gifts at dawn. They never expected two adult criminals to scale the fence. Bill gestured toward the door lock with his fingers. Molly nodded, understanding the gravity of their mission. The wind shifted scent, bringing in the smell of cake and grease. She tightened her grip on the lockpick tool beneath her sleeve. Bill signaled with a twitch of his thumb. She stepped forward into the kitchen. They moved past the coffee table toward the living area. Their breath hitched when a dog barked. They froze like statues made of obsidian and stone. Bill signaled with a slow nod of his chin: "Wait a minute. Okay. Go fast. Done. Safe. Now. We win. Yes. Get ready. Am set. Hold tight. We won."