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"So we walk in dressed as clowns," said Bill. "We walk in dressed as clowns." "Nobody questions a clown at a birthday party, Molly." "Everybody questions a clown. Clowns are the most questioned people in Britain." "Name one person who's questioned a clown." "My aunt Deborah. She had a clown arrested in 1998." "For what?" "Being a clown, mostly. Look, we go in as caterers. Nobody looks twice at a woman holding a tray." "I don't want to hold a tray." "You'll hold a tray, Bill, and you'll like it." "And then what? We just stroll out with forty presents under our arms?" "We take the bin bags. Every party has bin bags. Nobody stops a person carrying rubbish." "That's actually not stupid." "Thank you." "It's mildly stupid. It's the good kind of stupid." "The presents go in the bags, the bags go in the van, the van goes to Uncle Ray's lock-up." "Ray's dead, Molly." "Ray's lock-up isn't." "And if a child sees us?" "Children are unreliable witnesses. Everyone knows that." "That's a horrible thing to say." "It's a factual thing to say." "It's both," said Bill. "Fine. But I'm wearing the clown nose." "Wear the nose." "Under the caterer's hat." "Bill." "It's for luck."