That's the title of this compelling painting by Vitaly S. Alexius. There's more context available. But I'd like to leave it at just the title.
In the comments, write a bit of flash fiction. What can you do with this image? What stories spring from your mind as you look at it?
"But I wouldn't recommend using it." she lectured as he stopped beside her, wheezing, as the abomination scraped and groaned outside the tiny walkway. "You really wanna have it steamrolling through the streets?
"No," she continued, curiously watching the diamond-toothed thing with a furrowed brow. "I reckon the way to go is more balloons."