Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBK46MRB37S8C912KK492E2

Molly adjusted her black tuxedo mask carefully, quietly peering through the darkened blinds at the chaotic living room inside. "Is that a trampoline?" Bill whispered, pointing a long gloved finger. "Keep it down," hissed Molly. "The parents are eating pizza." Bill squinted at the cardboard boxes. "That looks like a remote control plane." "Steal them all," Molly commanded. "Just grab the pile." "The tree?" Bill gasped loudly. "We agreed to the stockings." They really have pockets. "Stockings are for socks," she argued. "Boxes have value." Bill nodded slowly, his very pale face visible beneath the rubber mask. "What about the cake?" "Sticky." Bill checked his silver wrist watch. "Five minutes before start." "We move now." Molly pulled a large black industrial vacuum bag from her very old oversized coat. "That's too loud," Bill whispered. "I've got the vacuum bag," she said. "We'll suck them up." Bill frowned heavily. "Up?" "The big gifts," she grinned broadly. "Into the bag." "Quick." The very heavy metal front door handle turned silently there. "Run?" Bill asked. "No," she said. "Hide in the piñata." "Why?" "Because it's the only place nobody looks."