Crossing his legs and dancing around anxiously, Oliver spots a nearby restroom. He rushes over, sprints inside, pulls down his pants, and hops onto the toilet. He lets out a sigh as his bladder gives way immediately. Relieved to have avoided an accident, Oliver waits until he’s finished peeing, then decides to go number two, just in case. To his surprise, he did need to go both.
Oliver hops off the toilet, wipes himself down, and then leaves the stall to wash his hands. He leaves the bathroom, proud of himself for making it to the toilet in time. With that pressing matter resolved, he looks around the area. His eyes are drawn towards the playground. Sure, he needs to either become an adult or get home, but the playground is incredibly tempting. Children his current age climb all over it, screeching with joy.
He caves and runs over to the playground to join in, going down slides, climbing up the structure, and even being pushed on the swings. Oliver asks a nearby grownup to help him swing, and he is lifted and placed inside one of the toddler swings, then pushed. He giggles happily, enjoying himself much more than he expected he would.
Eventually, the grownup removes Oliver from the swing, and Oliver goes back to the play structure. He plays for about half an hour before he suddenly comes to his senses when…