Remembering that your little brother had wanted to win an oversized stuffed dog, you head to the games section of the carnival. You spot him playing a game of ring toss, looking very frustrated that he hadn't won any prizes yet. "How can I surprise him?" you think to yourself; you start digging through your pockets to see if you have anything that could be useful. Your pockets feel quite a bit deeper then before; you start pulling things out and you find long rubber balloons, an air pump, a trick flower, a bow tie, and a rainbow clown wig. "Well, if I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right" you think, as you start putting on the accessories. Catching your reflection in a silly mirror, you notice that you really do look like a carnival clown. The only thing missing is a clown shirt and pants. From behind you, you hear, "Hey Bozo! You forgot your costume again!" You turn to see a carnival clown standing there holding a very colorful, very baggy set of pants and a shirt. Before you can object, the other clown interrupts you, "This is the third time this week! Now get dressed; you're on over in the magic booth in 10 minutes." He drops the outfit in your hands and promptly walks off. "Wow, I must really look like a clown. He just mistook me for someone he works with" you think. Since the opportunity presented itself, you decide to change into the clown outfit before approaching your brother. "Won't he be surprised" you think to yourself. Finding an empty port-a-potty nearby, you change into your new outfit and hide your regular clothes behind it. Your brother is still trying to win the ring toss, and he is getting more frustrated by the minute. Walking up behind him, you pull out a balloon and the pump. "Somebody needs cheering up; would you like a balloon dog little boy?" you ask. He whips around, his eyes widening as he sees your colorful face. "I wanted a stuffed dog," he said, pointing to a dalmation that was as big as he was. "But this game is too hard" "I can make a balloon dog for you," I offer. "Would that cheer you up?" "I guess so..." whines your brother, but I really wanted that dog." Twisting white and black balloons together very quickly, you construct a very believable dalmatian balloon dog. "I didn't know I could be so good at this" you think to yourself. "Here you go little boy," you say, holding the dog out to him. "I still want the stuffed one," he grumbles. Getting annoyed with him, you decide its time to prank him. "Maybe you'd like to smell my flower," you offer. As he leans close to smell the flower pinned to your outfit, you squeeze the bulb hidden under your shirt, spraying him in the face with cold water. "HEY! NO FAIR!" he exclaims. "Haha, you fell for the old trick flower, sport!" you say, using your favorite nickname for him. "How do I know you?" he asks. "You look kinda familiar." "It's me, sport. I'm your brother!" you exclaim. He continues to stare at you. "What happened to your face" he asks. "There was a face painting booth where you can paint your own face," I explain. "It turns out I'm pretty good!" "I'll say!" he says, "I thought you were a real clown. Has mom seen you yet?" "Nope," I say. "I just did this and then came to find you."