High-Value Cargo

Tucked that shiny glass marble right under my arm and dashed from the balcony straight to the entryway console. Spotting that crisp green hundred-dollar bill waiting on the polished wood stopped me dead in my tracks! One hundred big ones—that’s a serious stack of chili dogs right there. I kicked a metal paperclip across the surface to pin the bill's corner down, then carefully rolled my clear marble onto the center of Benjamin Franklin’s face like a heavy paperweight. Locked, loaded, and officially funded for the next big adventure. You're the best!