It was another boring afternoon in art class. You were staying after learning hours that day, because you were to help the teacher put up some of the easels that were used in one of the lessons you did with the rest of the class. However, once you've finished, you see a mover come in with a covered-up painting.
"Sorry to intrude, kid," he says, as he comes into the art studio. "Where's your teacher?" "Bathroom," You explain as you closed the closet door, and watched the mover put up the painting he brought in. "Well, if you see her, tell her I'll be waiting here, and hoping to get her signature for my business," the mover says, as he placed the painting on the wall. The painting was of a little boy of about seven or eight, seated inside what looks like a circus tent. surrounding him are three clowns, a whiteface applying greasepaint to the boy's face, an auguste holding child sized clown suit, and right behind him a shabby looking hobo holds up a wig.
Something about this painting intrigues you but you don't know why. As you stare at it, you just get a ...funny feeling.