Caitlyn, Jill, and Jenny posted flyers for their show around the neighborhood and at local
supermarkets. The show would be in a few days, giving the girls time to prepare. They all
advertised that people come see the girl who became a clown, with before and after
pictures of Caitlyn.
As the day approached Caitlyn practiced her routine while Jill and Jenny put on little
uniforms to sell the soda and popcorn. Finally the time had come.
“You ready Caitlyn?” Jill asked.
“Of course! I’m like the greatest clown ever! How could I not be ready?” Caitlyn shot back
honking her nose.
“Cool! Confidence! That’s what we need right now,” Alice said coming to check on the
girls. “Mike said the show sold out. 50 people are here in our back yard to see you
Caitlyn.”
“Awesome! Jenny! Jill! Go sell the popcorn and sodas! Mom, get ready to announce me!”
Everyone ran out to follow Caitlyn’s instructions. Soon Caitlyn was behind a bed sheet
acting as a curtain waiting to be announced. “Ladies and Gentleman!” Her mother
boomed. “It’s not makeup, it’s not stage tricks, it’s really all her. Give it up for the one,
the only, Caitlyn T. Clown!”
And with that the crowd roared, but not louder then the fart that announced Caitlyn as she
back flipped onto stage. Caitlyn then went into her routine for the audience. An audience
mostly made up of mothers’ and their little children. Jill and Jenny were busy keeping
everyone supplied with popcorn and soda.
Caitlyn’s routine consisted of her tumbling, juggling, riding her unicycle and balancing on
a large ball. The crowd was mesmerized, especially when she stretched her arms as long
as she could to shake hands with people all around the area. Caitlyn also used her
stomach to play music, and tried to harmonize her farts with them. She ended it all with a
15-minute fireworks display from her butt, which lit up the night sky. Everyone applauded
vigorously.
As the people left Caitlyn stood by the exit and signed autographs for the little kids.
“You were wonderful,” a mother commented to her. “Especially for one so young.”
“Thanks,” Caitlyn smiled. She then honked her nose to make the woman’s child laugh.
“You’re just as funny as that Funzo T. Clown.”
“I’m sorry, who?”