Corny the Clown

Reginald went back to his room and started to cry. He didn't like to be mean to his circus recuits; he once was a bouncing baby boy on somebody's knee. Why did he do it then? For power and control. And the hot babes (that bearded lady was smokin').

He thought about Clappy the Clown. He deserved what happened to him. He tried to run away, and he got caught. Now Clappy the Clown was kept in the dungeon.

Reginald knew that Corny would be a good addition to the circus, that smile, his handsome red and white striped suit, his nose job.

Gregingor and his sidekicks, Pete and Harold were in their Coolmobile following Corny's scent. Pete had a nose like a bloodhound and was sniffing out the smell of talc powder and hairspray. They were getting closer, so close.

The passed the border line into New Jersey, Pete's nose was going crazy. That's when Gregingor slammed the gas pedal and zoomed straight forward. Harold looked up from 'Dear John', a circus tent. Harold took this time to remind Gregingor that this was the last time, he knew they weren't going to get him, they never did.

ZOOM ZOOM *sniff* ZOOM.

They were hot on Corny's trail. Gregingor zipped into the parking lot of the circus doing one of those cool parking tricks they do in action movies but if anybody tried it in real life they'd either be dead, about to be dead or arrested.

The men got out of the car. Their hair and trenchcoats were waving in the wind (poor Gregingor only had a flapping trenchcoat) and the smoke from the tires was wafting behind them. They started their march towards the circus tent, it was going to be a long day.