The evening air hummed with laughter and music drifting from the backyard, where children tumbled amid balloons and streamers. Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hibiscus bushes, surveying the colorful chaos. “Alright, ready for the plan?” Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized party hat to blend in. “Born ready,” Bill replied, tightening the string of his balloon animal vest. “We scope out the cake first, create a diversion. Then, presents.” “Got it. Remember, we’re Aunt Mildred’s long-lost twins,” Molly continued, her eyes on the stacked gifts. “Twins, Molly? I don’t even see the resemblance,” Bill quipped, straightening the crooked, self-applied freckles on his cheeks. “Work with me, here. We’re small-town, hobby jugglers, famous on barn circuits.” Bill suppressed a snort. “Juggling barn fame. Impeccable.” “Exactly,” Molly grinned, rolling her eyes. “Okay, on my mark.” They emerged from their hiding spot, heads held high amid a sea of unsuspecting children. A toddler stared at Bill's vibrant vest in awe, and he shot a thumbs-up, eliciting giggles. “Get ready,” Molly hissed, oriented towards the gift pile. “Uncles’ juggling prowess incoming.” Bill plucked two cupcakes from the refreshment table and winked. "Cue the chaos." With synchronized flourish, they weaved through toddlers, dazzling with spins, ensuring the presents vanished unnoticed.