“That toy of his probably ripped the balloon,” he accused. “No, it didn’t,” Joe said, lifting the Crawler claw. “I don’t see any rips anywhere.” “The balloon is made of thick nylon,” Lynn told Kevin. “I doubt the toy ripped it.” “We’ll find out,” Brett said, “when we blow up the balloon.” Kevin waved to Joe. “Just get off the balloon carefully,” he said. Joe was careful as he stepped off. Kevin, Lynn, and Brett were already heading back to the tent. “It’s a good thing you didn’t rip the balloon,” Frank said. “Or we’d be out of the parade.” “Thanks to Adam,” Joe said. “What was he doing here dressed as a goofy scarecrow?” “The Taylor Smyth float,” Frank reminded him. “Adam probably volunteered to be on it.” “Yeah, so he could make trouble.” Joe frowned. The last thing Frank and Joe wanted was more trouble. Instead of looking for Adam, they headed to the snack table. There they spoke to more volunteers, including clowns, float drivers, and two other scarecrows.
