Corny the Clown

Corny the Clown was just a lowly circus clown until one day when he hit it big. He was just aimlessly working on his juggling act under the big tent when three guys wearing suits and sunglasses walked in.

"Well hello strangers!" Corny exclaimed while waving.

"Are you... Corny the Clown?" One of the men said. He had a goatee that was border line soul patch.

"Why yes I am!" Corny was such a nice guy. He had the typical clown look with the big red hair and the nose and the face paint. What set Corny apart though was the machete he kept hidden in his inflated pants.

"Then you need to come with us Corny." The second man said. He had a handle bar moustache that was so nicely taken care of.

"Why?" Corny was started to sweat.

"You've done some bad things Corny, or should we say, FRANK!?" the third man was the worst of all. He was bald with no moustache!

Corny a.k.a. Frank took off to the Clown Car. He got away in the nick of time.

TO BE CONTINUED!!