By Greg Van Eekhout.
Narrated by David Michel.
So there was Orange John near the war fountain in his oversized orange suit and Bozo hair, knotting himself up a real nice stegosaurus, when up came the young balloon man. He was a skinny boy in a black T-shirt, rainbow vest, and jeans painted like all the sample chips in a paint store. His limp balloons hung from his waistband like little tongues, and he stopped a dozen or so yards away from Orange John.
“Jack Many-Colors,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat.
“Orange John,” said Orange John, with a squint and a nod.
And so it began.
Rated PG. For Carnie Language and Balloon Violence