Molly pulled out a stack of invitations. "I got us in as the aunt and uncle of the birthday boy." Bill frowned. "Aunt and uncle you say? That's... very sneaky." "Just go with it, smarty pants." Molly tossed him a wig and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. "You're going to need this." "What, I thought I could go in my natural glory? Like the bank job?" Bill chuckled, replacing his hair with the gray wig, gasses sliding down his nose. "Please, has anyone ever taken you seriously as anyone other than an uncle?" Molly grabbed a box labeled 'Need Outlet.' "And here's what you'll be handing me as you walk out. Bonus points if you can pull off an effusive good-bye to the parents." Bill snatched the present box and pranced over to the mirror, preening. "Ta-da!" Molly groaned as he bopped around hat in hand. "The effeminate code is off. You're always butch. Keep that up and I might have to call the whole thing off."