Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKD9G64Y14EYM6RR44R9VB

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell on the tip tinkling softly. "You sure this is the right house? The sign says 'Happy Birthday, Timmy!' but the balloons look deflated." Bill squinted through the bushes, his reindeer antlers askew. "Deflated or not, those presents under the tree are practically begging to be liberated. Kids don’t need that many toys anyway." "Says the man who still sleeps with a stuffed bear," Molly muttered, checking her watch. "We’ve got ten minutes before the parents start herding the little monsters inside for cake." Bill adjusted his fake beard. "Plenty of time. I’ll distract the adults with my world-famous magic show. You grab the loot." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Your magic show? Last time you tried that, you set a napkin on fire and called it ‘disappearing.’" "Details," Bill waved a hand. "The point is, I’ll be the center of attention. You just be quick and quiet." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I get caught, I’m telling them you’re the one who ate all the cupcakes last year." Bill gasped. "You wouldn’t." "Try me." She crept toward the back door, her black boots silent on the grass. Bill took a deep breath, straightened his antlers, and marched toward the patio where the parents were sipping punch. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he boomed, pulling a coin from behind a kid’s ear. The child stared at him, unimpressed. "Behold! The great Billini!" A woman in a floral dress clapped politely. "That’s nice, dear. Are you with the entertainment?" Bill grinned. "The one and only! Now, for my next trick, I’ll make this quarter vanish!" He flicked his wrist, and the coin flew into the bushes. The crowd murmured. Meanwhile, Molly slipped inside, her gloved hands deftly untying the ribbon on a massive gift box. She froze as a tiny voice piped up behind her. "Are you the Tooth Fairy?" Molly turned slowly. A little girl in a frilly dress blinked up at her. "Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I am." The girl nodded solemnly. "I lost a tooth yesterday. Do you take Venmo?" Molly’s eye twitched. "Kid, I’m more of a cash person." Outside, Bill was sweating under his beard. "And now, for my grand finale!" He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, waved it dramatically, and accidentally knocked over a punch bowl. The parents gasped. Molly stuffed a stuffed unicorn under her arm and bolted for the door just as the first scream of "THIEF!" echoed through the house. Bill sprinted after her, his antlers flopping. "Told you it’d work!" Molly didn’t answer. She was too busy outrunning a very determined five-year-old.