Bawwoons!

1/2
>Suburban upper-middle class family.
>Have one pet fluffy pony.
>Absolutely pampered, spoilt little shit.
>Wife gives it everything it desires.
>Daughter indulges its every whim.
>Every toy imaginable.
>Treats & playtime constantly.
>Gets to sleep in daughter's bed.
>You're the only one who provides any limits or discipline.
>Wife & daughter are pissed that fluffy still seems to worship you most.
Daughter's 8th birthday party.
>Cake.
>Decorations.
>16 adoring little girls.
>Fluffy pony nirvana.
>Wife is mad because party clown is drunk.
>Expects you to do something about it.
>Hell...you wish you could be drunk for this too.
>Fluffy pony tugging on your pant leg.
>"Dadee! Wan' cake! Wan' cake!"
"You've already had cake, fluffy."
>"Wan' mowe cake!"
"No...I'm not letting you get sick and barf on the carpet again."
>"Whaaaaah! Dadee meanie! Wan' cake!"
>Fluffy pony temper tantrum.
>Kick fluffy pony in the butt.
"Go play."
>Stupid fluffy pony forgets tantrum. "Pway!"

2/2
>Fluffy runs toward playing girls.
>Runs straight into balloon strings.
>Tangled immediately.
>"Hewp! Hewp fwuffy!"
>Laughing kids run over.
>Fluffy pony relaxes, realizes it's funny.
>Girls tie more balloons to fluffy pony.
>Fluffy pony runs in circles, laughing and trailing balloons.
>"Yay! Bawwoons!"
>Laughing girls tie on more balloons.
>Fluffy pony hooves clear the ground.
>0.17oz of lift per balloon.
>5 pound fluffy pony.
>This should not be possible.
>Sparkles the Drunk Ass Clown keeps giving kids more balloons.
>Gleeful kids tie on more balloons.
>Fluffy now floating at waist height.
>Things get out of control.
>Fluffy floats above kids.
>They can't reach her.
>Wife yelling "Do something!"
>Can't reach fluffy in time.
>Fluffy pony realizes something is wrong.
>"Whhaaa? Fwuffy wan' down! Hewp fwuffy down!"
>Stubby legs flail helplessly.
>Kids panicking.
>Wife freaking out.
>Sparkles the Drunk Ass Clown sneaks sips from his flask.
>Fluffy pony now crying and screaming as she floats ever higher.
>Gust of wind pushes fluffy over tree line.
>"DADDDEEE!!! Pwease hewp fwuffy! Fwuffy scawed!"
>Chase fluffy thru a few yards before finally losing her.
>She's gone.
>Who knows where she'll land.
>Wherever fluffy lands, she'll die quickly.
>That pampered fluff ball will never survive as a stray.
>She'll probably ask a wolf for nummies.
>Birthday party is ruined.
>Maybe fluffy should have had that extra piece of cake after all.