Molly dipped her finger into the pudding, examining it for any tells. Bill watched, a mixture of fascination and disgust on his face. "You're not exactly the kid of the Muppets' Christmas party, are you?" Molly took a bite, her eyes closed in rapture. "I like the popcorn part. It's when they're too trusting." She chewed, contemplating the logistics. "Okay, so the sugar cookies are the security cameras. We need to avoid those." "Right, the sweet-tooth sensors. And what about the jugglers?" "The balloons. They're like the door jam. We have to pop them just right, so we don't get stuck." Molly poked a straw into the pudding, searching for stardust, a supposed mascot for their Guild of Snack-vengers. Bill rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I think we have it. Two minutes and forty-seven seconds to grab all the presents before the jugglers on the ceiling go on their loop the loop routine." Molly grinned mischievously. "And then it's off to Quality Control. The kingdom of exactly enough candy, and not a chipmunk in sight."