"Alright, the plan is we go in dressed as clowns and pretend we're the entertainment," Bill said, spreading out the blueprints of the children's party venue on the table. "Clowns? Are you crazy? I can't even stand looking at them," Molly replied, scrunching up her face in disgust. "It's perfect. No one questions clowns at a kid's birthday party. We'll fit right in," Bill insisted. "Fine, but I'm not wearing makeup that makes me look like a serial killer," Molly huffed. "You have to! It's part of the disguise. Now, here's how it's gonna go down..." Bill began explaining. "Wait, did you say there are going to be 50 kids at this thing? That's way too many. What if one of them recognizes me? I used to babysit in this neighborhood," Molly interrupted. "You didn't babysit, you just watched their houses while the parents were away on vacation and stole their jewelry. There's a difference," Bill corrected. "Well whatever, what if one of them remembers my face?" "Look, you're getting paid $50,000 to do this. Suck it up and put on the red nose," Bill said, throwing the clown nose at her. Molly caught it and tossed it back at Bill's chest. "I hate you." "And I love you, sweetheart. Now let's get to work."