Let me set the scene: 

It's the end of the year (last year). Everybody knows that you do absolutely nothing during the last week or so of school, and this particular afternoon, We were having a watergun fight.

The actual fight had died down, and everyone was just enjoying themselves outside. Me and Cat had nothing to do, and then Cat revealed a surprise:

A beach ball!

(By the way, the beach ball was free. That might seem important at the end of the story.)

So, I blew it up, and we started playing with it on the basketball court. I got it stuck in the net, and Cat got it down by throwing our friend Mary's shoe at it.

After that, we decided that playing beachsketball was a bad idea, so we stopped.

Then, a few minutes later, I saw a package of water balloons, and a great idea came to me:

What if we created the mother of all water balloons by filling this (small) beach ball with water?

I pitched my idea to Cat, and she agreed. So, we went to the art room.

In the art room at our school, there are about five sinks on a counter along the wall. A few of them had some kind of nozzles on them, so we used one of those sinks to fill the beach ball. It was taking too long to fill all the way, and it was pretty heavy at 3/4 full, so we stopped there.

We closed the beach ball, and we were going to go back inside when Cat suggested that we name it.

This may seem like an innocent suggestion, and I thought nothing of it at the time, but everyone knows that when you name something, you get attached to it. And I didn't anticipate how attached to the beach ball Cat would get.

But anyways, Cat named it "Sloshy," and we ended up going around the school, showing it to various people.

When we got back outside, Cat started to get super protective of Sloshy. She would only let me hold him, and even at that, she was a little reluctant.

Our friend Mindy (who you may remember from previous chapters) put Sloshy on her head as a hat, and apparently it was nice, because we had filled Sloshy with cold water.

But, eventually, I got a bit exasperated with Cat's over-protectiveness of a beach ball filled with water. So, while we were walking across the feild to the first baseball diamond, her carrying Sloshy, I made the suggestion that maybe she could be a little bit less overprotective of Sloshy.

And then she took one last look at Sloshy, and she CHUCKED HIM AT THE GROUND, FULL FORCE.

I stared at Cat. I had just suggested that she be less overprotective of Sloshy, not throw him at the grass at terminal velocity!

Of course, according to all laws of mass and velocity and whatnot, poor Sloshy couldn't stand all of the strain, and burst. Water went everywhere. Cat started "crying," and I picked up Sloshy, and inspected the damage.

Okay, so you know how beach balls are striped? Well, Sloshy was blue, yellow and white, I think, and he had ripped all along the divide in between a yellow and blue section. Sloshy was now basically a bowl. 

I asked Cat if we should give Sloshy one last use, and she agreed.

So, we filled him up with water again and threw Sloshy at some guy. He was kinda mad, but we didn't really stick around to suffer the consequences.

And that's it. The tale of Sloshy the water balloon/beach ball.

Actually, me and Cat were thinking of doing the same thing this year again.