On your face and on your rear, on both sides below your ears.

I zip through the air like I’m late for a date, wearing stripes like it’s a fashion mistake. When you’ve spotted me and flailed around on the go, I’ve already crashed your picnic like a pro!

-What gen alpha might call someone who's running out their clock, -Plus the name of the orphan girl whose life was hard-knock. Put them together, say them out loud. Though this riddle is WEIRD, an answer can be found.

A pyramid, a tower, a fountain, oh my! I'm a city that may bring a tear to your eye. A garden of neon where the lucky can win, Pull the lever, take a chance in this city of sin.

I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the scourge that pecks at... your nightmares. I am the ten dollar service charge on all returned checks!