There was a white house in the city made of white stones. Everyone knew that it was Dr. Nicholas's house.
The high wall divided Germany into two halves. They lost each other, yet exchanged gazes unceasingly.
For the world, it was an earthshaking reformation. For the poor who were just born or ill in bed, however, it meant there weren't even pills to treat them. That was when Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas appeared.
The two of them were great doctors but terrible parents. When they returned from work in the neighboring city, they found their 7-year-old daughter had a persistent high fever from a serious infection.

However, she was a miraculously fortunate child.
When her breathing stopped, her mother noticed that her chest was abnormally swollen. Together, the two of them lifted the body of their daughter, which was still warm. They slapped her in the back hard and, soon enough, she coughed out a balloon. Then came the second, the third ... the room was filled with balloons of varying styles and patterns.
After this bizarre vomiting, she recovered completely.
The white stone house was re-decorated, like a party that was never held.

A strange woman had come to the town. She was wearing a strange costume and talking about strange things, but all the children had gathered by her side.
Something must be wrong.
Because, I mean, even Emily went to see her.
"Dad, please ..." Emily tried so hard to beg me that she was trembling again as usual, "Tommy also got this balloon ..."
"But my sweetheart Tommy is a lucky boy. He won't be punished for a ridiculous balloon."
She knew what was going to happen. She huddled, trembling, which was my favorite scene. "See, your mother always cried the same way before she left me ... I hate to see that ..."

I broke her balloon, but before her scream rang out, I was drowned by great pain and fell to the ground.
The next day, I was in hospital.
My internal organs were damaged, and the doctor said they would never recover. I had to be very careful with my lifestyle and say goodbye to alcohol and excess grease. From the nurses' chitchat, I learned that Tommy's broken leg was cured overnight; the plaster on his leg appeared in the garbage station outside the town, mixed with balloon pieces.

I think I know what that thing wandering outside the window last night was. I will be a good father, at least from now on.

Pandora Wilson: I heard you are a doctor.
Balloon Party: Yes, and no. Oh ... Madam ... Ms. ... Um, my "mouth friend"! In terms of title, I prefer "Party Animal" or "Party Maniac"! I'm happy when everyone's happy. That's right!
Pandora Wilson: Okay. I ... totally understand now.
Balloon Party: Yes. I understand that you understand, my friend!

Pandora Wilson: Could you tell me more about the special parties you throw, Balloon Party?
Balloon Party: Are you going to attend one?
Pandora Wilson: I ... No, I don't mean that.
Balloon Party: Great! It's my pleasure! Please bring everyone else in the office too. I'll pick you guys up!
Balloon Party: Wednesday, next Wednesday, I'll get everything prepared by then. No costume required. Just have fun!
Pandora Wilson: Guys, drop what you're doing! Pack up and block the windows with planks, or just find somewhere to take shelter. We gotta figure out something before Wednesday.
Balloon Party: What are you talking about?
Pandora Wilson: No, nothing. Please go on. Tell me how you prepare for parties.
Balloon Party: Sure! It's never easy to prepare for a party! But it's what I like to do, so it always makes me happy—