Mesmero and Mascara were somewhat shaken by the encounter with the Cosmic Tough Guy. These bullies were legendary indeed for forcibly appearing from literally nowhere, browbeating whoever they chose, passing judgement, and basically taking command of everything, twisting thing to their whims rather than adapting to the world.
Now that they had formally formed their Animal Circus, they were going to ultimately begin to attract the brutal self-righteous types who were more interested in punching something out and hearing the sound of their own voice than enjoying a good animal performance.
Dear," Mascara said, "I think it's for the best if we do become like our staff... "
"But-"
"I know it'll make things more difficult dealing with humans, but at the same time, it'll let our employees know that Master and Madam are on their side. And it'll hopefully lessen the attraction of the CTGs, since we're willing to do as the rest of our circus."
"... I hate to admit it. But you're right. I want to run a magic trickster circus with animals, not deal with a congo line of CTGs."
So the caravan stopped for a second time. Mascara applied leopard pattern make up to her face and that of her husband's. Then the grand hypnotist stood himself and his wife in front of a large fold out mirror.
"Let it go... and look into the mirror..."
Mesmero spoke his words...
And a minute later, a male and female bipedal leopards got back to the caravan, covered in faux tribal marking using black light paint like their fellow bipedal animals, feeling no shame nor modesty, only wishing to lead their fellow animals to the next show, and always ready for new recruits.