The police had everything about the kidnapping of Pipsqueak wrong. Their prime suspect, Scooter the Clown was a well known foals's entertainer in town. He performed at parties, like Pipsqueak's all the time.

At the precinct I am an insignificant ant flailing for the attention of titans. Finally, a cop turns to me and says, "Are you lost little colt?" On cue, my silence held no longer.

"The balloons with the ransom note, they were filled with helium right?" I asked. "Scooter never had a helium tank there that day. He blew everything up by hand. Check his cart and you will see I am telling the truth."

The officer smiled and left, only to return 10 minutes later ghost stricken. He sat down and rattled "I don't know how we missed that kid, but you just did that clown a service."

I beamed as I walked home, knowing my hero was safe not ever dreaming he would thank me in person. When I saw him a block from home my jaw dropped.

"Someone's been a good little detective. I have a special badge for you," Scooter said.

He reached into his pocket, grabbed a balloon in the shape of a badge and then blew it up in front of me. As soon as I held it's light floating form, my heart froze.

Without another word, he turned around and started dancing down the street. Pausing only occasionally to put a balloon to his lips, tie it and then release it into the air. As each one drifted into the sky I realized just how wrong all of us were about Scooter.