Picking himself up, and helping Amy to a chair, Jim looked over to Brett, who was nodding ruefully.
"The storm last night, it hammered the warehouse, and destroyed all of the specially designed balloons," Brett said, his ears drooping down the back of his head.
"So, we're screwed," Derek said, shaking his head.
Rick nodded as he consoled himself with a can of Happy Hound Dog Food.
Vicky, who was looking over a file, looked up, "If we don't deliver the balloons for the parade, the town will be crushedà not to mention the fact that we'd be ruined."
Amy, once more, broke out into sobs. Brett, with a sigh, moved to her and gave her his handkerchief.