Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFCE7QQRTAZT9C3CMN27CBM

Molly wiped her hands on her corduroy pants. She stood under the pale moonlight that cast long shadows on the ground and the wind blew her coat. She looked at the neighbor next door. "Bill, do you smell that? It smells like potato chips and imminent arrest." Bill popped a lentil into his mouth. He looked at the house across the street. "That’s caramel corn, Molly. It’s the smell of opportunity. Opportunity that’s going to get us booked for grand theft innocence." The wind moved the plastic leaves above them. Molly sighed and looked at the house again. The lights were dark inside. Bill whispered softly. "We don't steal joy," Bill whispered. "We steal joy's merchandise." "Joy doesn't have a barcode." "It does." "It’s on the box." Bill pointed a finger at the house. "See the yellow slide? It goes in bags." Bags get caught. Molly pulled her mask down. "We need masks." "Do masks scream? No." "They whisper. Till they don't." "Till we start screaming. They blink less. Good for us. Less motion means less noise." Bill adjusted his glasses. "I meant less blinking," Bill smirked. "Blink Rate Control." "Right. Got it. Blink Rate Control. They blink alone." Molly counted the chairs. "How many presents are we talking? Maybe fifty? One hundred." The house light flickered. "That’s a lot. The floor is slippery if we are heavy." "I have shoes with grip. You have boots." "They are too big. They trip." "They are perfect for walking." We’re leaving at midnight. Bill stated. "Midnight?" Molly asked. "That’s early for a vampire." "It’s late for the adults." "The parents will be asleep. Guests will be asleep. Babysitters will be asleep." Bill moved closer. "We move like ghosts." Bill leaned forward. "Ghosts aren't nice." "They steal hearts and leave them with nothing." "We steal toys. No one cries." "Toys are heavy. We have back support." "You said we’d go home." "Now we think." The ground was hard and cold under their boots. "We think," Bill agreed. "Why is it raining?" Molly asked the sky. "Water is good for the garage." "We need water." "We need presents." "I say we go." Bill nodded his head slowly. "Okay. I say we go." Molly stepped forward. "Okay," Bill echoed. They jumped down from the roof. "We are the cavalry." "We are." The floor wasn't slippery. "We are." "Maybe more." "We are." Bill walked down the path. "Do you think it’s working?" He walked to them. Molly followed him. "Yes, it is working perfectly." "We have the presents." "We have the present box." "We have the boxes inside." "We have the box." "We have the gift." "We have the gift."