Run: 2026-10-08-01M4D9YDD94GVQ1N0H4JMCBZAZ

Molly crouched behind the hedge, eyes fixed on the glowing windows of number twelve. Balloons bobbed against the glass. Beside her, Bill adjusted his fake moustache and consulted a crumpled clipboard. "Right," he whispered. "Phase one. We slip through the back door while the clown performs his magic show." "Bill, that clown is a professional. He'll spot us." "He's busy. Balloon animals require tremendous concentration." "Fine. And phase two?" "We grab every present wrapped in shiny paper. Avoid anything with a lopsided bow. Those are homemade, and mothers always notice when something goes missing." Molly squinted at the clipboard. "Why does the list say 'Dinosaur Kit, Dave's Birthday, Do Not Touch'?" "Because I'm organised, and Dave's birthday is Thursday." "Wait, you're robbing a six-year-old?" "I'm robbing the adults, Molly. Children only get the wrapping paper. Now stop asking questions and follow me, or I'm eating the chocolate coins myself." Somewhere inside, a child shrieked with delight, and a tuba began to wheeze. Molly sighed, tightened her gloves, and crept toward the back door. Bill followed, tripping over a garden gnome that appeared to be laughing at him.