Molly peered through the tinted window, watching children laugh and stumble around the cramped living room, cups of juice in hand. "It's like they infected the place with candy-canes already," Bill murmured behind her. He slid a middle-aged hand along her back. She smirked but played it off. "Let's get this done." "Right. Right." Bill attempted to push past her. "No, wait just a moment. What's that I hear?" Molly's head whipped to the hallway as a clatter sounded from the kitchen. "That'd sound like the kid's got a sugar spike," Bill said as Molly stomped to cover his ears. "Augh!" "...You could at least warn! No one warned me. No one. Sounds like definitely a sugar attack. Maybe like 8, dental emergency, dropping the floss..." The children came bolted into the room, one started stripping off their shirt, the others chanting behind. "PARTY'S OVER! PARTY'S OVER!" "Quick. Sneak attack turkey dinner," Bill whispered as the room fell silent. Then they found the loot in broad daylight, right there on the dining table. The children embraced Bill as they deftly wound ribbon and popped bows from the bestowal of varicolored scrolls upon them. ";)" "Our favorite tale! You always bring the chooclitest choogle weevils, Mistletoe likes her best at your birthday party!" "Troll trades!" "Kid, kid, you got new Troll Trapped!"