Jack's looking to go pro with his balloon act now that's he's paid his dues.
His technique is refined.
His finale memorable.
It all began Christmas morning with a gift of a single balloon.
Sure, Grandma and Grandpa doled out other fine gifts by the truckload.
But his mind was elsewhere: Mentally steeling itself to balance under that balloon.
Gus was a wellspring of encouragement.
And Jack thought a drum roll appropriate for the decision he was about to make.
"Hmmm...Are you sure you've thought this through?" Gus asked.
"I mean a balloon can hold only so much helium, right?"
"Maybe instead we could become wizards?"
"Oh wait, this is where you tell me wizards don't exist..."
"Yeah, yeah... But if that's true, explain the spell I just cast on you."
"It's gonna mess you up."
"Zeppi's in on it, too," Gus added.
"Silly, Gus. Where you been?"
"We already are wizards."
