Tiffany looked at the mantle next to her bed. "Hey Look at this," she said; Olivia just noticed her sister's voice was a lot deeper-and goofier.
Nicky and Olivia glanced and saw the framed picture of Tiffany with her boyfriend Jason. Only the Tiffany in the picture looked like she now did-but Jason was normal.
Quickly the girls looked through all the photographs in their room. All their friends, classmates, and other people looked normal. But they, their brothers, parents, and little sister were clowns. So were their aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents.
"At least nobody will think we look strange," said Nicky trying to look on the brightside; Olivia realized her other sister was speaking with a squeaky lilt.
"This is so great!" shouted Tiffany, honking her nose and giggling.
"What's so great about it?" asked Olivia. She tried to notice if her voice had changed any but it was hard for people to judge their own voices.
"Jason told me a while ago that he had a secret clown fetish." Tiffany's voice was full of glee. "Now I'm the perfect girl for him!"
HONK HONK!