Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKFB0PCZY7XYZN7DAAMA7W

Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. The party music from the house next door pulsed through the night air. "Alright, Bill, you sure this is the right house? Last time you swore it was a bakery, and we ended up in a yoga studio." Bill squinted at the clipboard. "Positive. The invite said ‘Pony Rides and Piñatas.’ That’s code for ‘Expensive Loot and Distracted Parents.’" Molly sighed. "And the presents are where?" "Under the tree. Classic rookie mistake. No one hides gifts in the kitchen anymore." "Because last time we checked, the kitchen had a dog." "Exactly. This place? No dog. Just a clown. And clowns are easy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You’ve never fought a clown." Bill waved a hand. "Please. I once disarmed a mime. Clowns are just mimes with better PR." Molly pulled out a grappling hook. "So we go in through the window, grab the presents, and slip out before the cake’s cut?" Bill shook his head. "Too obvious. We go in as parents." Molly blinked. "We’re not parents." "We will be. Fake mustaches, fake kids, fake smiles. The perfect disguise." Molly groaned. "Last time we faked being parents, you called the kid ‘Mini-Me’ and got us banned from the PTA." Bill grinned. "But we got the goldfish." Molly rubbed her temples. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the clown." Bill clapped her on the back. "Deal. Now, do you have the fake kid?" Molly pulled a doll from her bag. "Borrowed it from my niece. She won’t miss it." Bill inspected it. "A bit stiff, but kids are weird anyway. We’ll say it’s shy." Molly sighed. "Or we could just break in like normal thieves." Bill gasped. "Molly. We’re not normal thieves. We’re *artists*." Molly rolled her eyes. "Artists who steal from children." Bill shrugged. "Kids have too many toys anyway. We’re doing them a favor." Molly opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of laughter from the party cut her off. She adjusted her fake mustache. "Alright, Picasso. Let’s go rob some five-year-olds." Bill grinned. "After you, Monet."