Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDW5DYFH62MW09KFRJ6JTH

Crouched behind a thorny rose bush across from the suburban bungalow, Molly and Bill stared at the neon blue streamers strung across the porch, the tinny wail of *Let It Go* bleeding through open first-floor windows. “Molls, this is deranged. We rob armored trucks, not a 7-year-old’s Elsa birthday party. What if the piñata guy has a taser? Those costume characters are always jacked enough to body slam a squirrel.” “Relax, I scouted. The piñata guy’s a 16-year-old from the local high school, he’s been hiding behind the garage vaping for 40 minutes straight. The only on-site security is Grandma Linda, who passes out 90 seconds into that song every single party.” “Wait, the face paint clown? She waved a spray glitter can that could blind a moose. And what’s the haul even? A bunch of plastic dolls and some dumb Lego set?” “That Lego set’s the discontinued Millennium Falcon, I can flip it for $1200 on eBay. The LOL dolls are for my little cousin’s birthday, I’m multitasking. Now shut up—they just lit the candles. That’s our window to sneak in the sliding back door before they start opening presents. And if you stop to hoard goldfish crackers again like you did at the last kid’s gig, I’m locking you in the bounce house overnight. Move.”