Fast forward to the next morning.
Jeff, lay sound asleep in his bed. Sleeping soundly, when the clock rolled over to 7:00. And circus music began to play, it got louder and louder until Jeff finally opened his eyes, hit the snooze bar and went back to bed.
Five minutes later, his mother walked in wearing a red and white nightgown she slept in and a cap for her curly hair. She was carrying a foghorn in her hand.
She waddled over to Jeff, squeezed his nose a few times making it honk. When that didn't work. She took the foghorn, plugged and covered her ears, and pressed the button.
AAAAAWWWWWOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The sound woke Jeff up so suddenly that he jumped and hit his head on the ceiling comically.
"Come on Jeff, it's time to get up. I made cinnamon buns and got out the sugar bombs." She said with a smile as she left her clown son to get ready for the day and school.
Jeff got out of bed, stretched, scratched his curly hair and rubbed his pate. Laughing at how it felt and his appearance. He got dressed today in a pair of red pants with, a yellow shirt with red cuffs, blue and white socks, and a par of comically large red clown shoes with yellow laces.
He waddled downstairs, smelling the sweet cinnamon flavor of the sticky buns, he saw Amy downstairs already dressed in yellow overalls and a blue clown shirt along with blue Mary Janes with yellow laces. Her face was also covered with frosting as she ate the sticky buns.
Jeff sat down, got himself a plate with two sticky buns and a bowl of sugar bombs.
He began to eat actually quite happily.
"Now Jeff, there is on more pressing matter. Personably, I would love to stay this way for longer but, I don't think we can live quite like this, not without joining a circus or something at least."
"I want to stay like this forever, being a circus clown sounds like so much fun." Amy said with delight and with sugar coursing through her veins, but she meant it nonetheless.
"I see your point Mom, but I already took a course of action. I turned the entire town into clowns already."