Muted Mayhem and Merrymaking

Previously

…He was still Jon, the perpetually clumsy, well-meaning individual. But now, he was also Jon, the man who had found his Giggle Gem. It wasn't in a cave, or a chest, or even on a napkin. It was right here, within him, waiting for him to embrace the mirth of his own magnificent, nonsensical existence. He straightened his hat, the wooden bird clutched in his hand, and continued his journey home, his laughter echoing through the twilight, a merry prelude to the merrymaking to come.