Molly smoothed down her blonde wig and adjusted the red nose on her clown face paint. She turned to Bill, who was stuffing himself into an oversized purple wig and orange jumpsuit. "How do I look babe?" she asked, striking a pose. Bill looked her up and down, then shook his head. "Ridiculous. You look nothing like a clown." Molly pouted. "Well excuse me for not having OPSEC experience._SIGNAL_ isn't exactly standard clown make-up." Bill sighed. "Fine, I guess that get-up will have to do. Gotta say though, those striped thigh-highs are a bit much. Almost as much as your thong vis a-vis my package." Molly rolled her mismatched eyes. "Can we just focus on the heist for fuck's sake? What's the plan again - I wasn't really paying attention during your endless drivel about escape routes and lookouts and such..." Bill consulted the blueprints, quite impressed that Molly and he had somehow pilfered from the Par-T-Bymbols Company. The inside layout of the Children's party host's mansion was quite involved and labyrinthine and we've got to be swift and efficient. "Okay, so you trip the alarms, you suit a distraction by the indoor bounce castle on the second floor, meanwhile I smuggle into the - " "Oh my god, shut up!" Molly interrupted. "Missing out on a single detail, I don't give two shits!" She grabbed his arm and yanked Bill towards the gate. "Let's just wing it..." "Wait, wait" Bill fumbled, chasing after his statuesque partner carrying a 40 lb sledgehammer. "This is gonna be too loud! I said we gotta be more subtle!" "You said be here and now, and BE Gladly's my partner in this idle chandoolery, just - kindly GET ON WITH IT!"