"Write to the mayor," he suggested with a laugh. "If they can do dragons for the fourth, they can probably manage turkeys for Thanksgiving," he continued. Then again, who really made those decisions? Still, writing to the mayor was kind of a funny idea. "Maybe start a gofundme or a petition or something," he added with a laugh.
"Can we even reach them?" Jake asked as he peered curiously toward the booth. "Bet I can't balance that many without freezing them all to hold them in place," he admitted. "Guess we better do it the normal way."
He nodded to John's question. "I'll get the next one," he said. "The water guns over there are calling my name," he added, jerking his chin in the direction of one of the booths on the opposite side. Granted, he mostly planned on squirting the people around him (if they looked like they could take a joke), but ... they were calling his name.