You point to the brown donkey balloon. It's only fitting since you're on Pleasure Island.
The vendor nods and disentangles the balloon from the rest and tells you to put your arm out. You oblige and watch as the vender ties the balloon rather tightly to your wrist.
You thank the vender and stroll down the boardwalk, looking up at the balloon happily. You feel oddly calm now that you have the balloon, like you're now complete with it.
You then...