It was a normal chaotic day at I.M.P. when a peculiar package arrived at the office. Blitzø, ever the nosy imp, tore into it like a hellhound at dinnertime. Out popped a glossy, colorful advertisement that read:

"THE INFLATA-SUIT 5000! BE THE BIGGEST, BOUNCIEST STAR IN HELL!"

Before anyone could comment, a high-pitched cackle erupted as Fizzarolli, jester extraordinaire, juggled into the room. "Ooooooooh, what do we have here? Is this an early birthday gift for moi?"

Blitzø scoffed. "Please. Like I'd waste good money on you. Unlike some people, I have class."

"Uh-huh, sure," Fizzarolli smirked. "You're just jealous I'm more fabulous than you."

Loona groaned from behind her phone. "If you two are gonna have another 'who's got the bigger ego' competition, do it outside."

Fizzarolli ignored her, fixated on the suit. "Ooooh! A suit that inflates? Now that sounds like the kinda dumb thing I'd love!"

Blitzø, despite himself, was intrigued. "Well… I did order it as a joke for Moxxie, but I suppose you'd put it to better use."

Moxxie, from across the room, looked up indignantly. "You were going to make me wear that?"

"Yeah," Blitzø admitted. "Thought it'd be funny to watch you roll around like a helpless blueberry."

Moxxie grumbled while Millie patted his shoulder. "Aw, Mox, I think you'd be adorable."

Meanwhile, Fizzarolli had already unzipped the package and was halfway into the ridiculous suit. It was a giant, glossy, red and green latex contraption, looking like a cross between a sumo wrestler's training gear and an oversized whoopee cushion. The second he pulled it over his jester outfit, he struck a pose.

"How do I look?"

"Like a balloon animal at a clown's funeral," Loona muttered.

"Perfect!" Fizzarolli grinned.

With a flourish, he pressed the activation button. Instantly, the suit began expanding.

"Uh, Fizz?" Blitzø squinted. "Maybe start slow—"

FOOMP!

Fizzarolli puffed up like a parade balloon, stretching his limbs outward as the air filled the suit at an alarming rate. "WOOOOO! I FEEL HUGE!"

"Fizzarolli, you maniac, stop before you—"

THUNK!

His expanding form smacked into a filing cabinet, knocking over a lamp, sending paperwork flying. Then, as he attempted to waddle, he bounced off a wall and tumbled straight into Loona's desk, sending her phone flying.

Loona, eyes twitching, growled, "I just organized that."

Fizzarolli giggled. "Oopsie! I'm a little puffed up at the moment!"

"Deflate yourself now," Loona said dangerously.

"Aw, c'mon, where's your sense of fun?" Fizzarolli wobbled over to Blitzø, trying to high-five him, but his massive, puffy hands just boinged off Blitzø's face.

Blitzø rubbed his nose. "Okay, this is kinda funny."

"I KNOW, RIGHT?!" Fizzarolli beamed—until he realized something. "Uh… wait. How do I stop inflating?"

Blitzø blinked. "Wait, you don't know?"

Fizzarolli checked the suit. "Uh… okay, maybe there's a—"

FOOMP!

"Oh no."

FOOMP!

"Oh NO."

Fizzarolli grew bigger and bigger until his feet barely touched the ground. He began floating ever so slightly.

Moxxie, arms crossed, sighed. "This is what happens when you don't read the instructions."

"I NEVER READ ANYTHING, SHORT STACK!" Fizzarolli flailed, but his oversized arms only made him spin in place. "BLITZØ, HELP!"

Blitzø, doubled over laughing, barely managed to get out, "No way! This is gold!"

Fizzarolli wobbled dangerously, tipping over—

WHAM!

He bounced off the walls, pinballing around the office. Loona ducked. Moxxie dove under a table. Blitzø cackled as Fizzarolli, now a giant inflatable menace, barreled toward Millie—who, rather than dodging, stood her ground like a bullfighter.

"Alright, big guy," she grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Let's dance."

Fizzarolli, flailing, yelled, "I CAN'T CONTROL THIS!"

With a perfectly timed move, Millie side-stepped and drop-kicked him straight toward the open window.

"WAAAAAAAAGH!"

Fizzarolli soared into the sky like a firework.

Silence.

Blitzø wiped a tear from his eye. "That… was beautiful."

Moxxie sighed. "Should we, I don't know, help him?"

Loona, already back on her phone, shrugged. "Eh, he'll be fine."

Meanwhile, high above Hell, Fizzarolli flailed uselessly, floating like an oversized beach ball. "THIS IS NOT THE GLAMOROUS LIFE I SIGNED UP FOR!"

Somewhere below, Asmodeus, sipping a martini, glanced up and sighed. "Fizz, what are you doing?"

"BOSS! HELP! I'M GONNA POP!"

Asmodeus simply took another sip. "You're lucky you're cute."

Fizzarolli, now a literal blimp, could only scream as he drifted further into the sky, a ridiculous, inflatable testament to his own impulsiveness.