Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJE4MF1S1XBVH2241C20X9

Rain slicked the street as Molly adjusted her grappling hook. Bill checked his kit, butter knife and paperclip. They stood behind a dinosaur hedge, watching the house. Inside, a clown juggled balloons while toddlers screamed. Perfect cover. Molly pulled out a blueprint drawn on a pizza box. Fence was weak, but the dog was a problem. Bill scratched his head, on cap. He looked at colorful boxes through window. They were wrapped in shiny paper. Molly signaled him to move. She wore a black mask. Bill wore a mask saying Smile. They crept toward the side door. Molly tapped the glass. It was locked tight. She sighed, knowing silence required. Bill pulled out a jam jar of glue. He prepared to stick handle open. Molly shook her head at his incompetence. Clown blew a horn. Molly covered her ears. Bill grinned beneath his silly mask. "The clown is a distraction," Molly said. "I really like clowns," Bill replied. "Focus strictly on the loot now please." Molly kicked the door. It swung open instantly. They rushed inside, ready to grab gifts.