Three darts landed all around the pink balloon. Zack was furious. Over a dozen paying customers had almost popped Chad. There had been another 2 dozen who hadn't come close. It was almost midnight.
The last guy had spent $15, and had succeeded in popping one green balloon. He collected the backscratcher prize and left grumbling about the game being fixed. Zack had told all comers that if they popped the one pink balloon they would win the giant stuffed animal. There were twenty green balloons, twelve yellow, ten blue, five red, and one pink. Usually, the prize balloon was gold, but Zack didn't want the golden boy to be a gold balloon. He hoped Chad would find being pink humiliating. Zack checked his watch, 11:55 pm. Chad would change back if he wasn't deflated or popped soon.
Zack grabbed five darts, and went around the front of his stall. He shouted to the nearly empty midway, "Lemme show you how it's done! 5 darts for 5 dollars!"
He took aim and let fly.
Chad shrieked in pain.
"Damn, my watch must be slow," remarked Zack as he climbed back into his stall. He extracted the dart from Chad's bare ass. Chad was standing on his tiptoes sobbing pressed against the back wall of balloons. Zack walked over to see why Chad was standing against the wall. The staple that held the pink balloon in place, now secured Chad's foreskin to the wall. Zack undid the staple. Released from the wall, Chad collapsed dripping with panicky flop sweat. He had been terrified that he would be popped. Now being human again, terror, shock and relied overwhelmed Chad. It didn't turn out exactly how Zack planned, but he still felt he had won a small victory over Chad.
"Congrats, Chad, your luck held."
Zack started closing up his stall.
"Uh, um where are my clothes?" Chad asked as he sniveled on the floor of the carnival booth lying in the fetal position.