It was late at night in Sweet Jazz City, but that didn't stop anyone from working. The Blyndeff Toy Emporium was still open. Molly Blyndeff sat in the chair at the front register, resting her head on her hand and trying not to fall asleep on the job.

She heard a jingle from the door, signaling someone had entered. "Welcome to the Blyndeff Toy Emporium, feel free to look around... or don't, whatever you want," she droned, stifling a yawn. It was like she was just reciting a boring script.