Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJVF1ZH71W97J263X8QJC2

The cold rain pounded against the roof of the parked van while the neighborhood remained dark around them as the heavy fog hung low over the street. Molly tightened the gloves on her hands for the last time while Bill the heavy plastic bags near the door. The front door remained closed, protected by the thick fog that hung low over the street outside the house. She checked the watch on her wrist again while he adjusted the gloves on both hands. "It is exactly eight o'clock right now," Bill whispered, checking the camera. Molly paused. "They're not leaving yet. They're opening appetizers. That buys us twenty minutes of chaos before nap time begins." Bill wiped sweat. "Twenty minutes. For twenty kids. I thought we were stealing diamonds. High value items." "Diamonds don't squeak when you sit on them. Children's toys are high value. Legos alone sell for a fortune on the black market," Molly replied. "We're thieves. We don't touch toys," Bill said. "You rob banks. I rob supermarkets. This is retail theft," Molly said. "Now hush. I need to hack the garage signal." "Because the toys are inside. Parents are too busy taking selfies to notice the vanishing act," Molly replied. "Stealth mode. We are ghosts," Bill nodded. "Not stealth. Panic mode. When the door opens, we flood in. Run. Simple," Molly corrected. "Do we cover the camera?" Bill asked. "I looped the feed. The system thinks you're watching. You aren't," Molly smiled. "Wait, do I have the keycard?" Bill asked. "No one has the key." "Then how do we open the door?" "I picked the lock already," Molly sighed. "Oh." "Focus," she said. "Right," Bill breathed. The silence stretched between them like a rubber band ready to snap. Suddenly, the front door slammed open. A party horn squeaked in the distance. "Now," Molly stood. "Wait, are we stealing everything?" Bill panicked. "Only gifts. Strictly gifts," Molly checked her clipboard. "Right. Gifts," Bill said. "Don't drop the paper. It makes noise," Molly warned. "I won't drop anything." "We leave no tracks. No evidence." "Okay," Bill whispered. "We go in, we take, we bounce," Molly pointed. "Okay," he replied. "Wait, who is Bill?" "That's you," she laughed. They sprinted toward the house as the window opened below them in the dark.