Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0AHE8W23Q93DD6TG6PZ2K0

The dim glow of a single streetlamp flickered against the side of the house, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawn. Molly crouched behind a bush, her fingers digging into the damp earth as she counted the seconds between the distant giggles and shrieks of children inside. Bill knelt beside her, his breath coming in shallow, nervous puffs. "We got about twenty minutes before the parents start cutting the cake," Molly whispered, though the words felt too loud in the still night air. Bill adjusted the strap of his duffel bag, the one they’d preloaded with gift bags from the dollar store to make the haul look legitimate. "Twenty minutes is cutting it close," he muttered, more to the bush than to her. Molly shot him a look. "Relax. Kids get distracted. That’s our advantage." A burst of laughter erupted from the living room, followed by the thud of small feet against the floor. Molly’s pulse quickened. She could already picture the sea of unwrapped toys waiting just beyond the backyard fence. Bill exhaled sharply. "What’s the play? Front door or back?" Molly grinned. "We go in through the doggy door. It’s small, but so are the presents."