Once upon a cloudy Tuesday at The Giggle Factory, known locally for its giant rubber duck centerpiece, Jack was struggling to keep his semi-orchestrated chaos in order. Jack was the kind of guy who put the "amuse" in amusement park. With an uncanny knack for making puns out of every word, he was the park's veritable ringmaster of mirth. Not bad for someone who managed to confuse roller coasters with pogo sticks during his interview. When Jack's walkie-talkie crackled to life, belting out "CODE YELLOW: DUCK DOWN, I REPEAT, DUCK DOWN," it wasn't exactly the quack-attack kind of day he hoped for. "Chief! They took the duck!" cried Miley, breathlessly huffing into the radio. Jack's eyes widened. If laughter was the oxygen of The Giggle Factory, the duck was its mascot! And right now, their oxygen levels were at critical status. Now, when crisis strikes at any reasonable establishment, you expect a swift, logical response. But at The Giggle Factory, logic was as rare as unplugged headphones. Jack, flanked by the park prince of pranks, Duncan, and his bemused "assistant" Leslie, ambled over to the control center—"Tech Nonsense," as they lovingly called it. **"Does anyone know how to operate a security camera?"** Leslie wheezed under the staggering weight of a lost-and-found tub. The tub had become Leslie's permanent burden ever since the infamous "alpacalypse" ended in a surplus of socks. "Alright, troops," Jack declared, taking charge in his peculiar Jack way. "We need a lookout operation. Miley, take a search party to the cotton candy swamp; odd things always show up there. Leslie, continue being fabulous and man the radio with me." While Miley's group ventured to the sticky frontier, Duncan, the self-declared sleuth, decked himself with a plastic magnifying glass he found during one of Leslie's sock mishaps. "Elementary, dear Watson," he quipped to a confused family eating popcorn. Hours in, their search yielded just whispers of whooshing roller coasters, maniacal giggles, and the occasional "Y-O-YO!" from excitable staff. It seemed the duck-napping quacks, fully anonymous, had a perfect plan. Oddly peaceful, Jack crowded into the office with Leslie considering the absurd strategies of lavish bribery, duck-themed parties, or simply offering free roller coasters for life—none sensible, all full of Jack's humor-brand logic. Just then, they stumbled upon a missed report from Bean, the near-forgotten clown, sharing she glimpsed “feathery heels” carting away the duck, leaving a trail of rubber footprints. An epiphany hit Jack, pulling an impromptu employee assembly for a “Duck-whispering Town Hall.” Field chatter ensued, balancing seriousness and utter team jackery—balloons included. Bean, disarmingly insightful amid all-risen hopes, retraced the faint tracks that led to a concealed troop of fledgeling ducks, guards protecting their honor-bound rubber duck: the anthology of homecoming rubber ducks had struck! United, the employees bonded together, and Duncan, triumphantly waving his plastic magnifying glass overhead, cried, "Case solved!" They led their round quackers ‘nameless-back-pack’ home safely. Once again, mischief melded into merry master-at-cheering—courtesy of Jack and company. With a giant plastic axe aloft, laughter rang, unending in resonance as park-goers rallied at the scrumptious re-inauguration. Hilarity preserved, the legendary magic weaved back into The Giggle Factory, thanks to perfectly spitball-dodging rescue ducks and an unwavering family of gleeful partners in crime.