Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJ4N59DR71E2HRR9QA42HY

Molly checked the map on the wall. "The cake is buttercream. Red velvet. Perfect distraction." "And the security?" Bill said. "A dog. Golden Retriever named Buster. He sleeps in the living room." "Does Buster bite?" "He bites cake. That's it." "What about the parents?" "They're the real guards." "I thought it was just a kid's party." "It's a nursery rhyme. But they're watching the wrapping paper." "So, no tugging strings." "Tape guns. We tape their mouths shut with wrapping paper. Literally." "That seems excessive." Bill rubbed his chin. "The presents need to go. The toy cars. The dolls. All of it." "What about the kids?" "Asleep by nine. We move fast." "How long do we have?" Bill checked his silver watch. "Twenty minutes before the last gift is opened." "Twenty minutes. That's it?" "Twenty minutes. Grab the big box. It's usually the TV." "Right. The TV." "Grab it gently. Don't drop it. We need the profit." "Let's do this." "Wait. Did you bring the ladder?" "For the window?" "No. The tree. The tree is tall." "Of course it is." Bill sighed.