Located in a corner of the tinsel-covered shopping mall is a charming toy store with almost-empty shelves, puppy-dog-eyed children, and one man at his rope's end. Intent on not becoming the umpteenth individual to buy his six-year-old daughter a Create-A-Cat or Webpalz, he browses the aisles for a unique gift, one she won't expect.

"How's this?" Troy asks his wife, plucking a box from a ledge while reading over its printed words.

Gabriella's eyes twinkle with fondness. Then she says, "What a better way to tap into the singing skills she's inherited from us?" and smiles at the karaoke game.