Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09AG7ABQ080982C0NJR1XX

The neon glow of the party store’s sign flickered like a dying star as Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster, their breath forming little clouds in the cold night air. The community center across the lot was alive with the sound of kids shrieking laughter, the occasional pop of a balloon, and the tinny blare of a kazoo rendition of "Happy Birthday." Molly adjusted her ski mask, the fabric scratching against her cheek. "Alright, Bill, listen up. The presents are in the back room, behind a flimsy folding door. The janitor’s on break for another ten minutes. That’s our window." Bill scratched his stubble, the noise like sandpaper. "And the alarm system?" "Crap. I forgot about that." Molly bit her lip, her eyes darting to the building. "The keypad’s by the back door. Look, we’ll just have to time it right. You distract the janitor while I jimmy the lock. Once we’re inside, we grab the presents and haul ass." Bill nodded, but his knuckles whitened around the crowbar in his hand. "What if we get caught?" Molly grinned. "Then we act like we’re supposed to be there. You’re the new janitor’s assistant. I’m your cousin from out of town." She clapped him on the shoulder. "Easy." Somewhere inside, a child wailed, their voice rising above the party chaos. Molly and Bill exchanged a look. The hunt was on.