Dylan ran carrying the stick with the peach balloon tied to it. He heard an odd squeaky sound as his skin rubbed against itself as he ran to catch up to his friends.
Andy was examining a twelve inch action figure in a Cosgrove Prep football uniform.
"Why do they make Cosgrove Prep action figures? We should have action figures too." Andy said handing the doll to Dylan.
"Where'd you get him?" Dylan asked.
"Carney awarded him to me, most hits on the target," Andy said.
Jesse added, "I won a box of cigars for hitting the bullseye first."
Just mentioning it made his crotch throb in pain. He pulled at the doll's waistband. It had a tiny jockstrap underneath the football shorts, and under that, the doll was anatomically correct. Dylan pursed his lips as he took a closer look at the doll with the number 10 jersey. Travis Jacks was 36 the quarterback, Mitchell Dahl was 10 the receiver. Mitch was a redhead, and the doll had orange pubes painted on its crotch, Dylan pulled the tiny football helmet off, and looked at the freckled red head underneath. It was just too detailed. He holds the doll's face up to his ear. "Mlp muh,"a tiny voice seems to say. Must be Dylan's imagination.
"Let's get something to eat," Andy said. He seemed to have taken charge of Dylan's crew now. He grabbed Dylan and slammed him down into a cane back chair. There was a splooshing sound as Dylan's butt cheeks slammed against and flattened to the wood seat beneath his jeans. Carnival music blared. Apparently no one but Dylan heard the noise. He sat there holding the balloon in one hand and the doll in the other.
Jesse, Andy, Jimmy and Jake ordered beers and hot dogs, and started smoking cigars. Dylan sat there stiffly and silently.
Andy starts to laugh like a braking donkey.