Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0535TXEBCFWNVJVBYSEQCZ

Molly crouched behind the overflowing dumpster outside the pizza parlor, adjusting her fake fairy wings with the kind of precision usually reserved for defusing explosives. The afternoon sun beat down on them. Bill squeezed in beside her, clutching a sparkly wand like a tactical weapon and looking profoundly uncomfortable in a tiara on his enormous sweating head. Inside, a toddler shrieked happily about bubble wrap. "This is humiliating," Bill muttered, tugging at his sequined bodice. "Stop whining. You're a magical princess. Own it." "I'm six foot two with a beard. Children will scream." "Perfect cover. They'll think you're entertainment." "What entertainment? A princess with stubble?" Molly checked her watch, stolen from a Swiss banker. "Cake at two-thirty. Present pile unguarded during the treasure hunt. We grab, we go." "What if they want me to lead it?" "Lead it straight into the parking lot." "That's evil, Molly." "That's heist strategy. Look professional." Bill stared at his wand, glittering pathetically in the shade. "I went to military school for this." "You went to military school for everything. Now sparkle." Molly straightened her tiara and cracked her knuckles. "Thirty seconds. Smile, wave, steal everything." "What if a kid asks for a wish?" "Tell them wishes aren't real. Teach them early." "I hate you." "Shut up and glitter."