"I want a wiener dog, daddy," said the kid next to the brusque heckler.
"Okay, clowie, you heard - make a wiener dog!" he shouted.
"One wiener dog coming up!" he said.
His hands deftly stretch and manipulate your half inflated body. You hear the awful sound of rubber squeaking, and are sure the next twist will burst you. He squeezes the air out of your nether regions to give the wiener dog his tail. You head aches, but you have wiener dog ears. Somehow he twists you around a long hard wooden dowel and hands you to the kid.
"I gots a wiener dog!"
Help! you scream mentally as you have been reduced to some kid's toy all to help a clown with his act. You wiggle helplessly at the end of the stick.
Then you feel the gloved hand again. The clown pulls another balloon from his pocket. It's you too.
The horrible realization hits you. When you were a deflated rubberized human and he strretched you and snapped you back into a balloon. It wasn't just one balloon, it was a handful.
"So you want a giraffe!" the clown shouts. He proceeds to inflate and twist you into your new long necked shape.