Of the options you see before you, only one of these would lend you any degree of protection. You decide to head towards the pacifier. You make a point of avoiding getting anywhere close to the stomping range of any of the kids as you head towards the pacifier, and soon arrive at your potential shelter. You inspect the pacifier. It's an almost alien tool, roughly the size of a building, and its nipple is a transparent crystalline green. If you had never seen a pacifier in your life you probably assume it to be an alien artifact.
The pacifier is still damp, showing clear signs of being recently used. Unsurprising, as it lies beneath a pair of babies. You shudder at the thought of actually encountering one of the babies at this scale. For a moment you have second thoughts about your path, but the chance THUDing stomp of the girl in pink's pumps is enough to motivate you to seek shelter. You hop onto the guard of the pacifier and draw your blade, beginning to scratch at the transparent wall before you. Scratch after scratch you land until you finally pierce a small hole into its surface. You continuously cut at the pacifier until you manage to cut an opening into it, and quickly slip inside.
Within the interior of the pacifier, the noisy hubbub of the restaurant is quite a bit quieter. even the stomps and giggles and yelps from the children overhead are far less annoying to you now that only a thin crack permits sound in. The air smells heavily of drool, but it's something you can learn to live with. You rest here for a while, undisturbed by the chaos outside, feeling safe within this almost crystalline cavern.
That is, until one of the 9 year old girl's maryjanes presses atop the pacifier. Looking up, you can see the slightly worn treads of the shoe's sole through the transparent surface of the pacifier. You're rolled about in your hideout, feeling very thankful that the shoe is merely pressing onto the ceiling overhead and NOT onto you. Even as she rolls the pacifier about, no doubt grinding her foot against it, you are kept safe by the barrier around you.
Safe from getting crushed underfoot, that is. You hear the girl's voice overhead. "Huh what's that..." Here it comes. The girl's about to grab the pacifier and lift it up onto the tabletop. You decide to head towards the crack, only to realize that it's directly overhead! Before you can parkour your way up to the opening, the girl begins to squat down and grab at the pacifier. She grips around the ring, causing you to fall down onto the interior of the pacifier's very tip. You might be able to make it to the tabletop, but your future is uncertain ...you have no immediate way out of the pacifier.
The 9 year old brings the pacifier up in front of her face and grimaces. "Gross.." she mutters before grabbing at a napkin and wiping the pacifier dry. She's still holding the pacifier with the tip pointed downwards. The crack you spent so much time and effort on is a few stories overhead , too high to be reached without some extreme parkour.
As the girl brings the napkin down and crumples it onto the tabletop, you get a view of your surroundings. The girl in pink and the boy in sandals are sharing a pepperoni and sausage pizza together, or what's left of it. The other boy's already done with what appears to be a set of chicken wings. The girl currently holding you has what's left of a chicken alfredo plate left. A dropped piece of ice next to the girl in pink would probably serve for your water needs if you're willing to drink ice something so cold.
Before you can finish your observations, you feel motion. Is the girl about to put the pacifier down? Wait...no! She's bringing it right towards the babies! But doesn't she know how unhygienic that is? And then your folly dawns on you. This girl is no adult. She doesn't have the same appreciation for good hygiene. You hadn't taken into consideration the fact that the girl would be the most likely one to acquire and brandish the gigantic baby supply.
The girl begins to bring the pacifier towards one of the babies. This could get ugly....