Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07BPYMQ6BZ832R93796FSA

Bill crouched behind the hedge, clutching bolt cutters like they were gourmet cheese. Molly adjusted a party hat over her ski mask. 'Focus,' she whispered, 'those presents are innocent, which makes them extremely stealable.' 'Innocent is code for easy,' Bill breathed, scanning the driveway where balloons bobbed like confused planets. 'Do we really need the cat costume?' Molly asked. 'It’s the getaway vehicle,' Bill said. 'The kids will think we’re their mascot and wave us through.' A clownish guitar version of “Jingle Bells” floated from the backyard. A birthday banner sagged, daring fate to trip, and fate considered it then smiled softly. 'And my stealth plan?' Molly murmured. 'Your stealth plan is that you’re short, so you can wriggle under the gift table.' Molly grinned and placed a tiny bow on a duffel bag. 'Remind me why we’re stealing from a party full of toddlers.' 'Because adults hide the receipts,' Bill said, 'and toddlers hide the receipts inside their mouths.' Molly reached into her pocket and produced sticky hands. 'No refunds,' she joked. 'We’ll leave one present,' Bill offered, 'the one that’s a toy shark.' Molly nodded. 'Perfect. We rob shark, and we swim away.' No alarms tonight, Bill; none.