Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFGN1YJZ912EBRPYAWDR7BJ

Crouched behind a thorny azalea bush at the edge of a sun-dappled suburban cul-de-sac, Molly and Bill peeked through fronds dotted with neon pink buds, the birthday house’s garage strung with unicorn streamers blaring tinny children’s pop loud enough to rattle their fillings. A sparkly rainbow piñata swayed from the porch eave, and inside, the shrill shriek of ten sugar-crazed seven-year-olds echoed off the siding, each clutching a juice box that stained their cartoon t-shirts. Bill’s black hoodie had slipped down one shoulder, crusted with pine needles from cutting through the neighbor’s overgrown fir hedge, his too-small fanny pack bulging with useless lockpicks he’d bought off a TikTok ad. Molly’s thrift-store “World’s Best Grandma” tote hung loose over one arm, her face smudged with cheap fake sunscreen meant to pass her off as a distant party guest, plucking burrs off her scuffed work boots as they eyed the stack of paw-print-wrapped presents stacked by the front door. “Wait till the cake comes out—they’ll all cluster inside.” “Got it, then we grab the pile and bolt.”