One mummified Claire. Two minutes on the clock. Five (out of two dozen!) balloons to pop, and maybe Claire will have a taste of freedom sometime before nightfall.

When the clock starts, it's all smiles and giggles. NOTHING compares to the joy of popping balloons while completely incapable of any movement other than wiggling around. Though watching her have fun is a close second.

One mummified Claire. Two minutes on the clock. Five (out of two dozen!) balloons to pop, and maybe Claire will have a taste of freedom sometime before nightfall.

When the clock starts, it's all smiles and giggles. NOTHING compares to the joy of popping balloons while completely incapable of any movement other than wiggling around. Though watching her have fun is a close second.