“Okay, so we’re going in as clowns.” Molly said, adjusting her oversized red wig. “Clowns? Seriously?” Bill scoffed. “Are you sure about this?” “Trust me, Bill. Clowns are the least suspicious people at a children’s party. We’ll blend right in.” Molly said, trying to stuff a fake nose onto her face. “Except for the part where we’re two grown adults dressed as clowns, wearing matching polka dot pants, and carrying a duffel bag.” “Don’t be ridiculous. Everyone knows clowns love presents. It’ll be like we're taking out the trash,” Molly said. “Trash?” Bill asked, aghast. “You’re comparing these perfectly good gifts to trash?” “Look, just go with it, okay? And don't be staring at the cake. Those gummy worms won't grab themselves.”