Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJRBEXREES9HDGN9S279G7

Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, squinting intently at the suburban house through the heavy binoculars. Balloons bobbed like colorful jellyfish against the deep, purple twilight sky. Bill nervously fiddled with a large bag of gummy worms, the crinkling sound echoing like a gunshot in the silent, cramped van. He looked at the stack of wrapped boxes near the oak tree. They weren't just gifts; they were a goldmine of plastic and potential. The parents were inside, completely oblivious to the professional thieves waiting patiently outside. Bill swallowed a worm whole. He checked his watch. Two minutes until the candles were lit. Molly nodded. The sugar rush would mask their entry well. She checked her watch again. They moved like shadows, silent and deadly, except for squeak of their rubber soles. Bill checked the perimeter. No guards, just a golden retriever sleeping on the porch. The dog opened one eye, then closed it. They were in. The mission was critical. Every second counted towards the grand theft of childhood joy. Molly whispered into her headset. Bill tightened grip on the grappling hook. "The sprinkler is a trap," whispered. "Wear the slippers," commanded. "Ready for cake time?" asked. "Go," said. "Now," she said.