"You're so fucking immature."

This second, chastising voice came from a smaller, skinnier figure that was currently standing on top of the monkey bars with what seemed to be a balloon dachshund systematically dismantled until it resembled a dick. It had a paperweight on one end and its holder was swinging it over her head like a lasso.

"Eat my helium dong!"

She flung the makeshift balloon weiner at the man on the plastic horse.

It missed and went sailing into the pond instead.