Punks. Either the kid's drunk, high or developmentally disabled/disadvantaged, judging by his gait as he heads to tackle Frosty.
Regardless, I think it's fair that he spend the next four Saturdays raking leaves, picking up litter and limbs and emptying trash at a local public park......I've volunteered my off-time chaperoning similar up-and-coming punks that were caught tagging our street lighting and traffic signal poles with graffiti in the city where I was the signal & lighting maintenance supervisor.
I truly enjoyed watching their dour faces show up and spend their entire day doing nothing that they enjoyed. It wasn't my place but I couldn't help but speak to one of the little shitbirds...he kept whining and moaning about being there and I pretty much reminded him that it was HIS fault, HIS actions and the more he complained the more stuff we'd find for him to do. He finally shut up and got with the program.