Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFHYXBP831ZYP8477EM6G2S

Crouched in a thorny maple hedge across from a mint-green ranch, Molly and Bill pressed their bodies flat to dew-soaked clover, squinting at the fourth birthday party sprawled across the lawn. Neon pink streamers tangled in oak branches, a T-Rex shaped bouncy castle wobbled as three screaming seven-year-olds launched themselves at its vinyl walls, and a silver-haired grandma chased a juice-box-wielding toddler across the grass. A stack of gaily wrapped presents teetered on the back porch rail, a 500-piece Lego Millennium Falcon peeking out from under glittery unicorn wrapping paper. Bill’s rented clown costume reeked of week-old cotton candy, his floppy red shoes squishing a line of garden snails as he shifted, the whoopee cushion he’d stuffed in his pocket to blend in wheezing softly. Molly’s pool-noodle unicorn horn drooped into her eyes, the fairy lights she’d taped to it flickering on and off, drawing a curious squirrel to the hedge’s edge. They’d mapped the party’s lull for 3:17, right after cake and before the magic show, when all chaperones would be busy mopping sprinkles. “You sure the hired clown won’t spot us?” Bill breathed. “He’s passed out in the lawn cooler,” Molly hissed.