The message on the card sent shockwaves through both Fizzarolli and Blitzo. Fizzarolli struggled to process the meaning behind those words. He looked at Blitzo, his face showing confusion and surprise. "What is this, Cash?"

Blitzo, barely containing his rage, muttered under his breath, "Unbelievable."

Cash realized the effect of his words and admitted, "I know it's a lot to take in, Fizz. I shouldn't have brought this up now. I just wanted to give you the card."

Fizzarolli tried to maintain a calm and composed demeanor as he responded to Cash, although his voice trembled with discomfort. "Cash, I appreciate the card, and I understand you're trying to make amends, but I'm not comfortable with being called your son or having you reference yourself as my father."

Blitzo, on the other hand, couldn't contain his rage any longer. "Damn it, Dad!" Blitzo shouted, his voice trembling with anger and frustration. "You've never once acknowledged me as your son! You've always been too busy idolizing Fizz as if he were your own!"

Cash Buckzo crossed his arms, his face hardened by stubborn pride. "Blitzo, you're talented, I'll give you that," he retorted, "but talent doesn't make a family. You and Fizz are a good pair in the circus, but that doesn't change your bloodline."

Blitzo's fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with every word. "Bloodline, huh? That's what it comes down to for you, huh? It's always been about appearances, about your precious legacy!"

Cash Buckzo leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't understand how this world works, Blitzo. It's about preserving the family name and making connections. You were never meant to be a part of that plan."

Fizzarolli, standing nearby, couldn't bear to see his best friend and Cash fighting like this. He tried to step between them, his voice shaking with sadness. "Guys, can we just... not do this today? It's supposed to be my birthday, and you're both important to me."

But the anger between Blitzo and Cash was too deep-seated to be easily quelled. They continued to trade hurtful words, neither willing to back down. The argument had become a public spectacle, and the party attendees watched with a mix of discomfort and concern, unsure of how to intervene and restore peace.

Blitzo stormed off in a huff, muttering angrily to himself, "I'm done with you, selfish bastard."

But in his fit of rage, he didn't watch where he was going. As he stormed out of the tent, he collided with an imp carrying a large birthday cake. The cake toppled from the imp's grasp, and both Blitzo and the imp crashed to the ground. The candles on the cake, now exposed, ignited the tent's fabric, setting it ablaze.

Imps and other circus performers rushed out of the flaming tent, their faces filled with fear, but Fizzarolli, still disoriented by the sudden chaos, struggled to find his way out.

Seeing the flames and realizing that Fizz was still trapped inside, Blitzo's anger turned into deep concern. He shouted back towards the fiery tent, his voice a mixture of desperation and fear, "Fizz! Get out of there!"

Inside, Fizzarolli managed to crawl from under the tent, but the smoke made it difficult to breathe. His vision was clouded, and he stumbled toward the exit.

Just as it seemed like he would make it to safety, fate took a cruel turn. Fizzarolli ran straight into a box of fireworks, triggering an explosive burst of color and sound. The fireworks went off right in his face, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to the ground.

Blitzo, who was still close to the tent, got caught in the fiery burst of the explosion, causing him to scream in pain. As he clutched his face, he felt an intense burning sensation.

The tent continued to burn, the flames licking at the canvas and sending plumes of black smoke into the air.

Blitzo's heart pounded as he darted around the burning tent, his one good eye desperately searching for Fizzarolli. The acrid stench of smoke and the crackling flames filled the air, making it hard to see and breathe.

Finally, Blitzo spotted Fizzarolli in a less than desirable position. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of his severely wounded friend. His face, arms, legs and tail were severely burned, and his horns blew right off during the explosion. Fizz whimpered in pain, calling out to Blitzo, his voice trembling, "Blitzo... it burns, it really burns..."

Tears filled Blitzo's eyes as he reached Fizzarolli's side. "Hold on, Fizz. I'm going to get help. I promise. Just hang in there." His voice cracked with emotion as he tried to soothe his suffering friend.

Blitzo quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the number for Hell's Fire department. Through his sobs and the choking smoke, he managed to explain the situation as best he could, although it mostly came out as disjointed words.

"Circus... fire... help..." Blitzo repeated, struggling to maintain his composure. On the other end of the line, the demon dispatcher reassured him, "Stay on the line, help is on the way. We'll get there as fast as we can."

Smoke filled Blitzo's lungs, making him cough violently, but he remained steadfast by Fizzarolli's side, clutching his friend's hand tightly. The dispatcher's voice became a distant echo as the smoke overcame Blitzo's senses, and with his injured eye throbbing in pain, he eventually succumbed to the overpowering fumes, collapsing beside his injured friend, phone still in hand.

The dispatcher's voice continued to reassure him from the other end, "We're almost there, just hold on, help is almost there."

The night had transformed into a living nightmare as the roaring flames devoured the circus, casting an eerie orange glow that painted the sky. The air was thick with acrid smoke, and the cacophony of sirens and panicked voices created a symphony of chaos.

Barbie and Tilla stood trapped in a blazing tent, the once colorful fabric now twisted and charred. Desperation etched lines on their faces as they frantically searched for any possible escape. Smoke billowed in, stinging their eyes and making it nearly impossible to breathe.

The heat inside the tent was unbearable, searing their skin, and the tent's framework began to groan ominously. It was as if the world was collapsing around them, and the fierce flames grew ever closer.

"Mom, we have to get out of here!" Barbie's voice trembled with fear and urgency as she clung to her mother's arm.

Tilla, tears mixing with the soot on her cheeks, strained to speak through the thick smoke. Her voice emerged hoarse and broken, "Barbie, find your brother... save him."

The tent's roof groaned, and embers rained down around them. Time was running out, and with a heavy heart, Barbie knew she had to obey her mother's wishes. With her mother's love urging her forward, she staggered out of the tent, leaving behind the silhouette of her fading mother.

As she stumbled out into the open, Barbie couldn't help but look back one last time. Tilla's form was barely visible through the thick smoke, but she could see her mother's fading smile through the haze. In a final moment of sacrifice and love, Tilla pushed Barbie to safety, just as the tent's structure crumpled with an earth-shattering roar, engulfing her in the roaring inferno.

Tears filled Barbie's eyes as she staggered away from the collapsing tent, her heart heavy with grief and the weight of her mother's sacrifice. Tilla's words resonated in her mind: "Find Blitzo, save him." Through the smoke and flames, Barbie sprinted into the chaotic circus, her determination unwavering. She had a mission, one last promise to keep, to find her brother amidst the fiery chaos.

Barbie ventured deeper into the circus, her voice trembling as she called out for her brother and Fizzarolli amidst the fire. The intensity of the inferno was unrelenting, and her vision blurred from both tears and smoke.

It didn't take long before she stumbled upon a heartbreaking scene. There they were, Blitzo and Fizzarolli, both lying motionless on the ground, their bodies badly injured. Fizz seemed to be in a worse state than Blitzo, his condition visibly dire.

Barbie rushed to their side, her hands trembling, and her face etched with despair. She noticed Blitzo's phone, still in his hand, with dispatch on the line, faintly asking if anyone was still there.

Inhaling and exhaling intensely, Barbie let out the loudest, most blood-curdling scream she had ever experienced. It echoed through the circus like a wailing banshee. Her screams carried the weight of the day's horrific events, and the sheer intensity of the situation was too much for her young soul to bear.

As she watched over her injured friends, Barbie's world crumbled. She couldn't stop screaming, her cries echoing the agony of a daughter who had lost not only her mother but now her brother and her dear friend. She felt utterly helpless and alone, unable to escape this living hell.

Barbie curled into a tight ball on the scorched ground, her screams turning into heart-wrenching sobs, echoing through the fiery chaos. She cried out for her mother, wishing desperately for Tilla to wake her from this horrifying reality. Sadly, there would be no waking up from this nightmare.