"Do you think we should transform as well husband?" Mascara asked. "After all, if this is to be an animal circus, we won't quite fit in with the rest."
"Maybe my dear. Tempting. But we might be more useful this way interacting with the normal human population. Let's see how this goes."
As the circus troop marched along, along side them rod a bobby on a tricycle, his eyes hidden under his helmet, and has a large mustache. "Alright love, Ah'm gonna hav'ta ask ya halt there for a tick."
They caravan did so.
"Is there a problem officer?" Mascara asked.
"I see ya've got there a circus with a reality distortion and perception field, along with several trickster-bound familiar-employees as under the Spells-R-Us Act."
"Yes we do." Mascara said.
"Your reality distortion license please."
"Your cosmic trickster license."
"Your hypnotists license."
"Your enchanted make up license."
"Your circus manger license."
"Your inter-realm transit license."
Mesmero and Mascara produced one sheet of documented paper after another. The bobby looked them all over carefully, then handed them back.
"Very well, everything seems to be order, have a good sir, madam!" He tip his hat with his club, and scooted away on his tricycle.
Then literally out of nowhere, appeared a unexceptional looking man with a five o'clock shadow in a long jacket. "ALRIGHT YOU JERK! I'M GONNA DESTROY YOU!" Lightning crackled all around him.
The bobby wheeled up to him.
"Excuse me sir, what are you doing?"
"I'm kicking the ass of these two! That's what! What business is it of yours?!"
"Very well. I'm going to have to see your Chosen One License."
"My what?"
"One of those eh? Very well, then your Unchosen One Permit then."
"What's that?"
"Then can you show me your Magical Vigilante Birthmark, or a written note from a certified doctor as to its location if it's too embarrassing."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your Legally Recognized Object of Destiny that certifies you as a righter of wrongs and punisher of the wicked?"
"Why would I have one of those?"
"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me sir. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of cosmic law. You have the right to a defender, if you can not acquire one one shall be provided by the court, do you understand these rights?" The bobby put a tiny handhuff on the man's pinky finger.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" The dirty man in the long jacket tried to blast the bobby with a powerful giant magical fist that shattered against a skin tight shield around the bobby.
"And I'll have to add assaulting an officer of cosmic law too while I'm at it, sorry sir." The bobby then bowed politely to Mascara and Mesmero. "I'm very sorry sir and madam, these cosmic tough guys pop out of thin air all the time, kicking doors down and acting like they're the law throwing everything off track. Very sorry for any inconvenience he caused you."
The bobby dragged the man in the dirty longcoat away by the handcuffed pinky finger none too gently. The man in the dirty longcoat whining like a little boy the whole time being pulled away by his mother.
The circus caravan continued.