Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDMREKDFDXJEKT8P9EYT37

Molly and Bill hunkered behind a thorny hawthorn hedge at the edge of a suburban lawn, unicorn-themed party streamers flapping three feet from their heads, a toddler’s birthday playlist thumping over the fence. “Bill, if you so much as hum the first line of Baby Shark one more time, I’m leaving you here to get tackled by a pack of seven-year-olds hopped up on pixy stix.” “C’mon, it relaxes me! What’s the big emergency? I thought the plan was solid.” “The plan required you to order a 20-topping pizza to drop off at the front door to lure all the parents away. Why’s that greasy box in your backpack?” “The pizza place put pineapple on it! No self-respecting suburban parent would touch a pineapple pizza at their own kid’s party, what was I gonna do, waste $40?” “Your backup plan is to steal the pizza? We’re here to steal birthday presents, remember? Your kid’s Lego set isn’t gonna build itself.” “Hey, I saw a $50 Roblox gift card through the picture window, and that big Kool-Aid punch bowl? I could drink that whole thing. Also, can we grab the stuffed unicorn on the picnic table? My cat needs a new pillow.” “Your cat doesn’t need a unicorn, Bill—wait, is that the birthday clown heading this way? Run.”