The Merchant of Miracles might not have even noticed the flyers about the party in the park if it weren't for him intercepting Mr. Fancycakes eating one of them yesterday. And, even then, by that point, he'd only gotten about half the information. He didn't know what was so special about the 4th of July, but shindigs were always a good business opportunity. He left the unicorns (not Apu, mind you) in charge of the store to check things out, maybe have a little nibble and a nosh, but mostly to keep an eye out for anyone who might be in the need of some antacids or some burn cream, which he just so happened to have right here, at a veh-hery reasonable price...