Jollibee(Veronica always thought of herself by that name when in charactercontinued admiring her reflection in the outfit she selected-a clowned up purple cocktail dress with pink ruffles and pom-poms down the middle. Pink gloves reached up to her elbows and matching socks stretched to her knees; her feet were encased purple clown Mary-Janes. Her pink wig was topped by a purple bow-ribbon.
In the corner of her mirror reflection Jollibee saw the door to her room was slightly ajar. She immediately knew what it meant-her brother Ken was spying on her.
In Jollibee's new memories she still enjoyed belittling and pranking her brother. And being a clown and honing her craft made her....creative.
In her clown voice Jollibee said, "Come in Kenny, he he ya ha." As a clown Jollibee like to punctuate her speech with giggles and chuckles. "Here to ask if I break a leg, he he ya ha?"
Ken entered the room; even if Veronica was going to prank him it couldn't be as bad as before-could it? "What's up sis?"Oh, he he ya ha, there's this prop I need some help with for tonight, he he ya ha."
"What is it?" Ken asked as he saw Jollibee reach into her vanity drawer-and suddenly was hit in the face with a pie.
Ken spluttered as he shook off the pie-which was actually a paper plate covered with shaving cream, like all the prop pies clowns used in their acts.
"Ha ha sis," he said as he wiped the shaving cream off his face. Is that the best you can do? A pie-?" All of a sudden Ken felt drowsy and fell in a dead faint.
.....
When Ken came to, he opened his eyes for a second-his eyes had a strange burning sensation.
"That 'pie' had chloroform mixed with the shaving cream he he ya ha," Jollibee's unmistakable voice rang in his ears. You have to wait a few secs, he he ya ha."
"Yeah, heya heyuk." Ken recognized the voice of PeeWee, a hobo in Jollinee's clown alley. "Yah see-."
"Shhh," Ken felt a cloth rub against his eyes."Open your eyes, little bro, he he is ha."
Ken did so. Everything still looked blurry, but he could make out Jollibee and PeeWee.
Ken tried move but couldn't, even with his blurry vision he could tell that his wrists and ankles were tied to the post a of a bed. He was also naked save for a pair of extra large boxer shorts.
"After you got 'pied,' he he ya ha, I brought you here to PeeWee's place, he he ya ha."
"Why?" As his sight cleared, Ken could see Jollibee and Peewee were staring down at him.
Ken had never got why some people thought clowns were scary. Sure, the Joker and Pennywise, but they were SUPPOSED to be scary. He never thought ordinary clowns like his sister and her 'collegues' scary at all-until now.
"Y'see, he he ya ha," now Jollibee's clown voice was freaking Ken out, "for tonight's gig we need at least thee clowns for our routines. But our other two, Lola and Peeper, they came down with the flu.
"We couldn't find any substitutes on short notice, he he ya ha," she said as she untied Ken's left arm, "so guess who we decided to fill in!"
Ken was suddenly ware of a touch of red at the bottom of his field of vision. With he free hand he reached for his nose-and felt a rubbery sphere about the size of a tennis ball over his nose. He tried to pull it off but it wouldn't budge.
"Don't try pulling it off, he he ya ha. I glued that clown nose on with industrial strength super glue." She giggled again. "I also did you 'makeup.' Face feeling 'funny,' he he ya ha?"
Now Ken's face felt itchy. "I talced that greasepaint with itching powder that also makes it extra hard to wash off. And I gave you a silly new hairdo you'll have for at least a month, he he ya ha."
Peewee held up a mirror "Have a look at our new subby clown, he he ya ha. By which I mean YOU!"