Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBFY5N8BMD9ZJ6YH5B1DCK6

Molly adjusted her mask, latex itching against her cheekbones as she peered through the fence. The house glowed with festive lights, a beacon of innocence in a suburban sea of siding. Inside, shrieking joy drifted through the screen door, contrasting the cold steel of the crowbar in Bill's gloved hand. He chewed his lip, eyes darting between the back window and the open gate. This wasn't a bank job. Tonight they were after the shiny, wrapped chaos of a seventh birthday celebration. Bill shifted his weight, gravel crunching softly under his boots. He tapped the glass with a gloved knuckle, checking for sensors. Molly pulled a tablet from her bag, the screen illuminating her grim expression. The security system was simple, a single motion detector near the porch swing. They could slip in like ghosts before the cake was cut. "Grab the toys," Bill whispered urgently. "Leave all the cake alone." Molly nodded firmly. "We will leave very quickly now." Bill holstered the tablet quickly. Wind rustled banners. They moved forward, shadows merging with the hedges. It was a mission of pure greed, wrapped in the guise of childhood wonder. They would vanish, leaving empty boxes behind for the police.