A duck with a big thick black moustach arrives with an odd looking pump.
"You called for a pump, lady?" the duck man asks.
"Yes, John's a bit deflated," she said pointing at the green balloon hanging off her.
"Right he needs to be blown up right away," the duck says inserting the thick hose of the pump into John, and the deep inside Carrie.
She yelps in surprise.
"It's okay, I do this all the time," says the duck as he jumps up and down pumping madly.
Carrie gasps as she sees herself stretching and becoming translucent as a green man shaped form grow inside her. A balloon within a balloon.
"John?" she asks.
"Hi, honey? Whoa, am I inside you?"
"Looks that way, dear."
The duck pulls the hose out, and announces, "My work here is done."
"What?"
"Wait!"
"How do I get out from inside her?" John asks.
"Oh, that's not my job. You need an extractor," the duck says closing the door behind him.
Carrie laughs as John floats and flays inside her. Literally, he's tickling her insides.
She picks up the phone and calls the front desk again. This time she asks for an extractor.
"First, it's a pump, now it's an extractor," bemoans the desk clerk, "I'll send Porky right up."