At your house your mother is busy cleaning the kitchen. Mesmero has turned her into a white-skinned clown with the same blue triangles over and under her eyes as yourself; her mouth is a small cupid's bow and she has only a tiny heart shaped bump on the end of her nose instead of a big bulb. She wears a baggy red and yellow one piece clown jumpsuit with ruffles at the collar and wrists, and her curly pink hair is tops with a red-dotted white lace cap. Off to the side your baby brother is playing in his babymobile.
Circus calliope music sounds from the telephone. Mom waddles over and picks it up. "Hello? Buttons? How'd it go?" she asked in her squeaky nasal voice.
"I got the job!" you tell her and she hears the sound of your nose honking over the phone. "I'll tell you more about it later; right now I have to meet my new co workers."
"Wait till I tell your father! He'll be so happy!" Your mother says and she hangs up the the phone. She walks to the baby mobile and picks up your brother. She honks his nose, which makes him giggle. "Guess what Bottles?"
"What is it Mom?" You twelve year old sister Daisy just came into the kitchen. She has the same pink hair as your mother tied up into twin bobbing ponytails. Her nose is the size of a golf ball and covered with glitter while her mouth stretches from ear to ear across her white face. Unlike you or Mom she has orange patches around her eyes. Daisy is dressed in typical summer play clothes-yellow t-shirt and baggy red overalls covered with yellow polkadots. On her feet are yellow size thirteen bubble-toed Mary Janes with cover with pink dots.
"Your brother got hired by the circus!" says Mom. Suddenly the sound of a car on gravel is heard outside. "Oh, your father's home. Wait until I tell him!"
With little Bottles cradled in her arms and Daisy following after her, Mom waddles into the living room. The door to the hallway leading to the garage opens and your father walks inside.
Mom kisses Dad on his cheek and honks his nose. "I've got some very good news for you!"
Can't it wait?" say your father wearily in his Bullwinkle-esque voice an octive or too lower than yours. Like you your father has white skin and curly blue hair growing in the back and around the edges of an otherwise bald head. He also has the same big red nose, wide red mouth, and big floppy feet as you. Instead of the blue triangles you got from Mom he has orange patches bigger and a couple of shades darker than Daisy's around his eyes. He is also fifty pounds heavier and has wobbily jowels. He used to work in circuses until he married your mother and settled down in this town where he mainly does birthday parties and community events. "I've done three birthday parties and one bar-Mitzvah today and I'm beat."
"Of course dear." Mom waks with Dad over to the recliner and as he sets down she carefully massages his shiney bald pate. "Buttons just called. The circus hired him!"
"They did!" You father's clown mouth goes wide in a genuine smile. "I'm proud of that boy! We need to celebrate! Let's call that restaurant he likes and make reservations!"
HONK! HONK! Your parents look at Daisy, who just took her hand off her nose. "If Buttons is leaving, can I have his room?"