Corny the Clown

Gregingor faintly heard his favorite song, Sweet Caroline, drifting up through the rafters.

Sweet Caroline.. Sweet Caroline.... Sweet... Who did he know who also loved Sweet Caroline?Hm.... Who was it?

"Do you mind if we look around this place a little bit?" Gregingor asked Reginald. Gregingor knew that if Reginald said no that they would just get a warrant and come back. That Sweet Caroline tune was now stuck in his head and he knew something fantastic was soon to come because of it.

"Well, uh, you see, there are kind of tigers, that, well, they got out, and they're hungry, so I mean you could, if you wanted, but uh, they like meat, and you're meat, and uh, well, you probably shouldn't."

"Reggie old boy, old pal. What are you hiding? I see the tigers in their cages over yonder."

"Er, did I say tigers? I meant gorillas, those things are strong."

"Reg, what are you hiding?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"

"Huh, alright. We'll take our time looking around then."