Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFC36AR30558EJ3J0FCQA6B

Huddled behind an overgrown hydrangea bush across from the sun-dappled suburban ranch hosting eight-year-old Lila’s unicorn birthday party, Molly and Bill adjusted their half-baked disguises. Bill’s rented clown costume was two sizes too small, his biceps splitting the sequined sleeve cuffs, neon orange face paint streaking down his neck where sweat had soaked through the cheap fabric. Molly’s fake PTA volunteer lanyard was lopsided, pinned to a thrifted cardigan that reeked of mothballs, as she squinted at the stack of glossy wrapped presents teetering by the unlocked back door, a mini petting zoo pony munching dandelions three feet away. The entire birthday crew was crowded inside, screaming over a chaotic round of pin the tail on the pegasus, leaving the loot unguarded for exactly nine minutes, per the crumpled party flyer they’d swiped from a community mailbox two days prior. Their beat-up minivan, plastered with a peeling fake pizza delivery sticker showing a chonky orange cat behind the wheel, idled at the curb, trunk popped and ready to load. Bill tugged at Molly’s sleeve, his voice a trembling rasp: “You sure that pony won’t kick us?” Molly elbowed him hard, hissing back: “It’s a mini pony, stop panicking.”