Disaster at Funland

"Barnaby!" Pause, wait for it. " Barnaby, damnit!" I grabbed a couple more hollow plastic balls and threw them back in the pit. "BARNABY!!" And here came the rage. Mr. Simpson came running over, dodging kids and tiny little red and white tables. "Barnaby, status update, NOW!!" He yelled in my ear, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the office, his face slowly turning bright red. "well Mr. Simpson..." "How many times do I have to tell you to address me as Sir!" He interupted, pushing me towards the chair facing his desk. "Sorry Sir, status is worse than we thought." Mr Simpson slapped his forehead with his hand. Mrs. Candice was a big client and her sons party was a huge disaster. " Apparently rat feces somehow got into the cheese that was used to make the pizza, all the parents are in a huge uproar, and the monkey escaped and is currently in the play pen somewhere, I have Laurence currently trying to locate him." "And the balloons?" Mr Simpson asked through his hands, sounding frustrated. " The order still hasn't arrived so we blew up some pink unicorn ones that say Happy Birthday on it, we called Lex at the balloon house and made a rush order. Should be here in minutes. The janitor didn't put up a caution sign though and we'll have to make a new cake, turns out wet floors are dangerous for converse wearers." Mr. Simpson let out a huge sigh and rested his forehead on his desk. "Just fix it." He mumbled, his bald head shining under the fluorescent lighting.
"Of course Sir, right away," I said, bowing my way out of the room. Mr. Simpson was about to die from embarassment and Barney doubted that he realized he was mocking him. Everything for this party was going to shit, although he had made up the part about the unicorn balloons. If Mr. Simpson hadn't been such a lazy boss and had been somewhat involved in what was going on, or even bothered to look around, he would have noticed that the balloons were teddy bears with blue bows. Still not the dragons that Mrs. Candice had ordered, but better than pink unicorns. Barney heard his name and turned around in time to see a fuzzy little flash of brown jet out of the slide into the ball pit, with Laurence trying to force his way through the slide after him. The man honestly needed to lose weight but who expected to have to climb through a kiddy playground in hot pursuit of a performing monkey. As Laurence finally emerged from the plastic birth canal like slide the monkey had begun to climb the netting, screeching as he went. The pizza situation need still be rectified and Barney decided to let Laurence handle the monkey. And made a mental note to do a background and reference check next time he hired an animal handler. The monkeys owner, to his knowledge, was still passed out praying to the porcelain god. Nevertheless, this was nothing he couldn't handle. "Just call me, Super Funland Assistant Manager," He giggled to himself. He had more important work to do than make up stupid super hero names for himself.