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The California sun cast a radiant sheen over the bustling resort, a place where aspirations soared as high as the seagulls circling overhead. Greg Brady, fresh off his flight, stepped onto the resort grounds with a sense of purpose. His chestnut hair, tinged with golden highlights from the sun, fell in casual, carefree waves that framed his earnest, sun-kissed face. His eyes, a lively blue, sparkled with the kind of unbridled enthusiasm one could only attribute to the zest of youth. A smile played on his lips, full and ready to break into a grin at a moment's notice, revealing straight, white teeth—a signature Brady charm. He pulled his luggage, making his way through the lobby towards the exit, where taxis awaited like chariots ready to whisk away dreamers and adventurers. Outside, amidst the flurry of guests, a figure in a leather jacket caught his eye—a stark contrast to the light, airy attire of the vacation-goers. Arthur 'Fonzie' Fonzarelli leaned against a pillar, an air