Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDZ9RVAZVN4VF05C3DDQFZ

Huddled behind an overgrown azalea bush at the edge of a sun-dappled suburban lawn, Molly and Bill peek through a gap in the string of unicorn balloons bobbing above the seven-year-old birthday boy’s driveway, a crumpled list of target presents crumpled in Molly’s rubber-gloved hand. “Molls, this is insane. What if the party clown catches us? Dude’s got a unicycle, he could flank us before we even stuff the first Lego set in my duffel,” Bill hisses, yanking his neon fanny pack tighter. “Relax, that clown’s three vodka-spiked seltzers deep, I watched him face-plant into a bowl of cheese puffs five minutes ago. The only person guarding the present pile is Mrs. Hale, passed out on the couch rewatching Encanto for the ninth time,” Molly snorts, adjusting the cheap T-Rex mask slung over her arm. “Wait, what about little Jax? That gremlin bit my ankle last week when I tried to steal his gummy bears, what if he recognizes my sneakers?” Bill squawks. “Your sneakers are covered in dinosaur stickers too, you idiot. He’ll think you’re a friendly T-Rex come to borrow presents. That Switch in the pile’s mine anyway—his mom borrowed my Amazon account and never paid me back. The piñata’s about to break, that’s our distraction. Move.”