"Well," said Rachel's mother, "you know how I've always liked clowns?"
"Yes," said Rachel. Her mother collected clown figurines and calenders, and had even dated a couple of semi-professioanl clowns.
"Could you turn me into one?" her mother asked. "Not just a person wearing makeup, but someone who face is reall like that, and with feet really that big. And be silly and bubbly and giggly all the time."
"But of course." Rachel tapped her mother on the nose, and all of a sudden it inflated into shiney red sphere a little bigger than a golf ballAnd her lipsticked mouth stretched into a wide smile. For good measure Rachel gave her mother's nose a squeeze. HONK!
"He he he he," giggled Rachel's mom. "He he. I feel-he he-funny. HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE!"