Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXXJWGBKRNNB88QCK4WDKB

Molly and Bill huddle behind an overgrown hedge bordering the suburban backyard, their faces half-hidden by dense green leaves. Bill twists a crumpled plastic gift bag between his fingers, a smudge of strawberry cupcake frosting on his cheek from sneaking a treat an hour prior. A stack of crinkly wrapped presents glints behind the backyard fence, visible over a scuffed folding table piled high with half-eaten sheet cakes oozing pink frosting and a sweating plastic cup of lemonade. Droopy streamers drape from the patio lights, and a dented unicorn bouncy castle slumps in the corner of the yard, its plastic siding crumpled like a crushed juice box. “We’ll snatch the big presents first, then bolt real fast,” Bill whispers, voice cracking. Molly nods, prodding a stray neon balloon scrap with her scuffed white sneaker: “The parents are passed out, we’ve got ten minutes max.” She slings a frayed canvas duffel over her shoulder, edging slowly toward the gap in the split-rail fence as a loud cricket chirp cuts through the quiet yard.