Come on, Derek, it'll be fun! Do you want to lose our business?"
"Of course Ià"
"And what about the town? Think of all the kids who'll be so disappointed when there aren't any balloons in the parade tomorrow." The dog said, doing his best mock-whine voice.
"Enough!" snapped the strong dragon, clenching a fist, "I'm not going to get rubberized and blown up like some kind of fat dragon loser! Plus, how are we going to look like the actual balloons?"
Vicky stepped forth, opening a file.
"Well, the four balloons were of furs. One of them was an ad for Happy Hound Dog Food, which I guess Rick can be."
Rick clasped his hands as a single, shiny tear ran down his face.
"Ià I get to beà HAPPY HOUND?" he exclaimed.
"Why not? You are one of theirà biggest customers" Brett added with a smirk, poking Rick's fat stomach.