Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07TQ8QKQYWJ951QXQ5MMFR

"Bill, are you sure this is the right house?" Molly whispered. "Heck yes. Look for the inflatable dinosaur. No normal criminal has one." Molly peered at the gate. "We’re not criminals, we’re… professional gift aspirants." Bill adjusted his beanie. "Professional gift aspirants who steal all the presents." "Shh. The kids are practicing 'Jingle Bells' as burglar alarms." Bill handed her a sack. "That’s why we wear headphones." Molly laughed. "Headphones? To block screaming, or to muffle your monologues?" "Both. My monologue is top-tier." "Okay, plan: you go through the dog door." Molly blinked. "There’s a sign that says, 'No thieves, only treats.'" Bill shrugged. "We’ll bring treats. Mostly." Molly: "What if the dog recognizes you?" Bill: "I trained with a chew toy. I’m a hero." Molly: "Fine, I’ll distract the parents with your 'innocent face.'" Bill: "It’s not innocent, it’s… collectible." A car rolled by outside. Molly said, "When the lights turn off for cake, we grab the boxes, then sprint." Bill nodded. "And if someone asks, we’re Santa’s accounting team." Molly sighed. "Santa doesn’t need accounting." Bill: "He will after we steal the spreadsheets—uh, presents." Molly: "Let’s do it. For glory and wrapping paper." Bill: "For glory and witnesses!"