I’ve got a great idea. I am going to invest in a big, inflatable chicken. Park it behind a mall; charge money to toddlers and desperate parents who just want their little pumpkin to have a bouncing good time. When I order this thing, I have to be sure there are giant slides running down the front of the bird so that these tykes can slide at will. Picnics tables will adorn the grounds and I’ll make a darned handsome profit.

Well go figure.

It’s already been done.

Kikiriki!