Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7RMSK2VV271433DR60BC2

In the dim glow of a disco ball leftover from the parents’ divorce party, Molly crouched behind a piñata shaped like a frowning dinosaur, scanning the playroom where a dozen giggling preteens chased a rubber chicken. Bill, looking far too proud of himself, balanced on the couch, holding up a Swiss Army knife like a gourmet chef. “Phase one: disable the snack table,” he declared, gesturing to the trove of juice boxes and gluten-free cupcakes. Molly rolled her eyes, adjusting the toddler-sized hoodie hiding her lockpick set. “Phase one was *ten minutes ago,*” she hissed. “The *presents.*” Bill saluted, accidentally nicking the balloon hat on his head, which exploded with a sound like a startled toad. “S’okay, Minnie! Now, the real bounty’s under the tree by the pursuit of happiness aisle,” she whispered, nodding toward a collapsed cardboard castle where Santa’s Carolers (a power-hungry penguin and a jazz-hands reindeer) jangled alarmingly close to the “M” section. Bill inched forward on all fours, jigging with the rhythm of *Jingle Bell Rock.* Just as he reached for a GI Joe doll, a hot cocoa cart rolled between them, dousing the room in marshmallows. “Now or never!” Molly yelped, snatching a gift bag just as theDJ pulled the fire alarm. The room erupted in panicked bubbles and a single kazoo solo. Bill raised his knife triumphantly. “Phase two?” Molly grabbed his wrist. “Sprint to the getaway car. *Fast.*”