The giant clown glove closes are your crotch and you let out a yelp, but it sounds more like air rushing out of a wind tunnel. You realize you're deflating, the clown grabs your flattened head and easily extracts your deflated body from your now empty clothes. He shakes you out, and frowns. Ever the clown, he scratches his head as he examines you, and then raises his hand in pantomime "Eureka." He pulls a string hanging from his clown top hat, and the lid flips open and a light bulb pops out. Oh, great he's got an idea? He grabs your head in one hand and feet in another, and he stretches you and lets you snap back. Now you're just a regular pink balloon. He stretches your new tiny balloon form experimentally and grins a grin of true satisfaction. Then he shoves you into his clown pants' pocket.
You wait, and wait. Finally, the clown hand descends into the loose pocket and closes around you. He pulls you out. You feel embarrassed to be stretched naked in front of an audience. Then he grabs your head, presses your lips against his and begins to blow. The hot moist air fills you, and makes you expand. Oh, gawd it feels incredible as you swell within the master clown's hands.
"Now what shall I make? A hat? A dog? A giraffe? A lion? An astronaut? Or something else?"
"Alligator!" shouts one kid.
"Cow!" jokes a farmboy.
"Snake!" jokes a man, "Because that's all you made last time!"
"That was last time! This time I have a better balloon! It's more pliable!"
"Yeah, right! This I gotta see!"
"And so you shall. Now what do you really want me to make with this balloon!"