Molly plucked another present from the pile, examining it with a critical eye. "You think kids these days appreciate black and white teddy bears?" Bill was rummaging through the toy chest. "Eh, it's gets 'em off our backs for at least fifteen minutes while they mulch each other's stuffing into bowls. Crank up some Lionel Richie, we got a marathon to steam through." He held up a metallic, disturbingly twitching bear and nodded to Molly to get a move on. Molly wrinkled her nose. "Don't you have to set those suckers up? You're the bear expert, not me. I'm heading out back now." "Alright, alright, give me another five minutes. Magic doesn't work itself." Bill winked, already cooing quietly to the clawing thing. "You're gonna love the lovely ones, mister...<SPECIAL_782>