Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0AY7DB5DG9DQXTPK99DDV6

Molly adjusted her black turtleneck in the van's dirty mirror and openly scowled. She shifted uncomfortably on the torn vinyl seat, glaring at her partner with theatrical disgust. Bill spread a Happy Meal blueprint across his greasy lap, carefully tracing the crayon lines with a stubby finger. He smiled at a ketchup stain near the trampoline position. Molly checked her titanium lock picks with visible nausea. Bill pulled two crumpled Domino's hats from his duffel, brushing loose fries from the brims. Molly snatched hers and yanked it low over her eyes. She looked exactly like a depressed pink carnation. "You're telling me Dubai prepared us for some kid birthday party?" "Four dozen presents by the deck. Twelve grand in electronics." "Security?" "One drunk clown and a bouncy castle blocking the kitchen." "I swore off balloon animals after Bucharest." "Parents hit the kitchen at seven for wine. We enter as pizza delivery." "What about the children?" "Piñata time. Maximum screaming. Nobody watches presents when candy falls." "Your moral compass is broken." "My compass bought a timeshare in 2019. The kid gets a pony; he'll survive without a PlayStation." "Fine. But face paint on this jumpsuit means you're paying dry cleaning." "Deal."