Molly and Bill huddled in the alley behind the community center, eyeing the bouncy castle and screaming children through the fence. Molly adjusted her black tank top, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan. We go in, grab the presents, and get out," Molly said, her voice low and urgent. "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy," Bill replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I mean, who's going to suspect a thing? We're just two concerned parents, um, attending the party uninvited." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're really selling this whole 'concerned parent' vibe, aren't you?" Bill grinned. "Hey, I'm a natural. I've got a great 'I'm just here for the free cake' face." Molly chuckled. "Just stick to the plan, okay? We don't want to get caught up in any... children's party chaos." Bill mock-gasped. "Chaos? You mean, like, a pinata explosion? Because I'm totally here for that." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. Presents, not pinatas. We can get a good deal on those on eBay." Bill held up his hands in mock surrender. "Right, right. Presents first. Then, maybe, we can sneak a cake or two."