He sat in his pink overalls and blue shirt on a throne of balloons looking unamused. I called his name and I was snapped with a long skinny balloon that was made into a whip. I was told that I was to address him as "Your Majesty the King" "Your Highness" or "Your Grace".

I was certain that he would hear me out since he knew me but instead he sentenced me to the darkest, deepest dungeon. I was dragged away and tossed in a dark and cold cell with nothing to entertain me.

I was quickly apprehended by the balloon army. I was wrapped head to toe in a rope of latex free balloons and carried off by a racing team of balloon dogs toward what looked like a bouncy castle.

Once we arrived I was taken to the King of the Balloon Kingdom which juts happened to be my friend Nate. In the real world Nate is a master balloon artist and owns his own company that does giant balloon art installations. (I'll attach a picture of him later)

I stripped out of my armor and climbed to the surface against the commands of the commanding officers. The balloon people had a wall of heating coils and from behind them they fired water guns and launched water balloons. I laughed and simply walked over, drawing all the fire and allowing the candy people to advance.

I did not want to injury any balloon people so I had cast aside my sword and approached the wall with my hands up. I am not sure what I was trying to accomplish.