Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ76TQE1FZX2NQ6H3NM78H5N

Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the cracked rearview mirror of the stolen minivan. Bill wiped grease from his goggles as he adjusted the confetti cannon. Molly kicked the dashboard with her combat boot. She smirked, tapping a finger against the wheel. Bill sighed, resigning himself to the sprinkles. "Bill, focus," Molly said, gesturing violently toward the yard. Bill swallowed hard. "I'm focused, Mol. But what's the distraction?" Molly glanced at her phone. "Juice box labels switched. Sugar rush in three minutes. Table seven holds the stash." Bill squinted at the unicorn piñata. "That looks dangerous. What about extraction?" "Magic slide, loaded in the diaper bag," Molly commanded. "Grab the suction cups." "Are you sure the bag fits the loot?" Bill asked, voice trembling. Molly slapped his knee. "It's tactical. Expandable fabric. Stop whining." "Do we really have to risk the glitter?" Bill whispered. Molly checked her watch. "Glitter is currency. Keep moving." Bill gripped the door handle. "What if the baby wakes up?" "Earplugs. We have earplugs." Bill looked at the cat lurking by the fence. "And the cat?" Molly shrugged, checking her mask fit. "The cat loves money. Let's go."