Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJ873Y7G982PG0D6K0M3KA

Molly adjusted her black ski mask, which kept slipping over her tired eyes. Bill checked his lockpick set for the third time today. The suburban house glowed with festive lights and the sound of many shrieking children drifted through the open window. It was too easy. Usually, they hit banks or museums, not a seven-year-old’s birthday bash. Molly pointed to the large pile of wrapped boxes under the tree. The target was clear. Bill nodded, adjusting his heavy backpack straps. He hoped the parents wouldn’t notice the missing loot immediately. "Are you sure about this?" Molly whispered. Bill sighed. "We need the cash, Molly." "What about the poor kids?" "They have full insurance coverage." They moved slowly toward the sliding glass door. Molly froze. A balloon floated past her nose. She popped it with a knife. The noise was deafening in the quiet night. Bill winced. They slipped inside, avoiding the sticky floor. Molly grabbed a Lego set. Bill took the remote control car. It felt terribly wrong, stealing from children, but rent was due. They backed out the door, hearts pounding. The plan was perfect, until a loud dog barked. Molly cursed loudly under her breath. They sprinted quickly into the very dark night air.