365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 343 : Day of the Undead Balloons

My big birthday dinner that bestrode the globe was almost 2 weeks ago, and yet like helium-filled zombies (now there's a mental image! I hate zombies but thinking of them bobbing in the wind kinda makes me chuckle. Just kinda; it mostly creeps me out), my birthday balloons are refusing to deflate, going on and on and on, floating on into eternity, which is getting in the way of the Christmas decorations being displayed to their full glory.

So if it comes to it, how do you kill off an undead balloon? Silver bullet to the metallic skin? Holy water on the string? Helium exorcism? (Is there such a thing, and if there is, wouldn't all that talking in squeaky, high pitched voices rob the moment of much of its gravitas?) Whatever it takes to rid these balloons of their unending helium and return them to the way they were (deflated but who wouldn't be after a big event has passed?), I think the time has come to.... wait, what's that? A knock at the door? Why it's the balloons... what are they doing....? Oh no! Oh No! Oh nooooooooooooo......