"C-L-O-W-N-T-O-N! GO CLOWNTON! C-L-O-W-N-T-O-N! GO CLOWNTON!" The girls on the Clownton High cheerleading squad were shaking their red and white pom-poms in the air, king up thir short skirts, and showing off their funny clown panties, drawing cheers-and from the boys in the bleachers more than a few leers.
Jen stepped out in front of the rest of the squad and led in a cheer she had written for the very game tonight:
"YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL,
BUT WE'LL SHOW YOU THAT-"
The girls behind her shouted, "CLOWNTON RULES!"
Jen continued, "WE'LL PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS, WE'LL MAKE YOU CRY, WE'LL HIT YOUR FACE WITH-"
"A BANNANA CREAM PIE!"
"IF YOU THINK YOU'LL BEAT US YOU'RE A FOOL, CAUSE WE'LL SHOW YOU THAT-"
Now the clowns in the bleachers joind in: "CLOWNTON RULES!"
"WE'LL KNOCK YOU DOWN, PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE, AND SHOVE THE PIE-"
"IN YOUR FACE!" the audience finished, and burst into roars and clapping and nose honking. Jen and the other cheerleaders honked their own noses as the school band broke out into the Clownton High fight song and and a red and white polka dotted clown car rolled onto the field. Another one in blue white an red, the colors of the Bozoville Tech Mandrills, appeared on the opposite end of the field. The audiences in both bleachers roared as the two football teams flopped out of the cars.
Jen turned around and looked at the band, arching one of her fine black line eyebrows. Did they always have an organ grinder? And slide kazoos?
Of course they did. What school band didn't?
Jen looked back at the field; the game had just started. Like everyone else around her, she clapped, cheered and honked her nose when a coin was flipped and Clownton High got the first kick.