As the New Year approached, the streets of Chinatown were alive with excitement. Red lanterns hung from every doorway, and the tantalizing smells of dumplings and spring rolls wafted from the crowded food stalls. Inside the grand pavilion, Mike rummaged anxiously through his boxes, searching for his juggling equipment before the big performance. The spacious tent was abuzz with activity as performers prepared their acts. Mike's eyes lit up when he saw you enter.

"Perfect timing! You haven't seen my bean bags, have you?" He mimed a juggling motion with his hands. "You know, my juggling balls?"