Patrick drove his clown car down over to his house three blocks away from the mall. Laughing, he somersaulted out of the car nd through the dront door, finding his parents sitting in the living room. Dad was in his favorite chair, reading the stock market while Mom was sitting over
"Hi hi, I'm home!" Patrick bellowed in a deep, goofy voice.
Dad lowered his newspaper. "And just who are you, sir?"
Patrick just laughed and honked his nose. "It's me Dad! Parick!"
Dad let out a sigh. "That son of mine must have put you up to this. I don't know what he's trying to prove, but it's obvious you are not him-you're too tall and too fat!"
"Oh but it is me Dad." Patrick waddled over to his father and planted a big kiss on both his cheeks. "I've been turned into a clown by magic, and nothing can change me back!"
"That boy is grounded the next time I see him!" Dad roared. "And you sir, get out of my house."
"Sure thing. But one thing I want to do first." Patrick stretched out his right arm and pulled his mother to him. First he planted a big kiss on Mom's forehead, then out of nowhere, pulled two banana cream pies and planted them onto Mom and Dad's faces.
"GET OUT NOW!" Dad shouted after he spit out pieces of pie from his mouth. Mom, wiping bannacream from her eyes, glared at Patrick as she nodded in agreement with her husband. "Or I'll call the police!"
"Bye Bye!" Patrick waved. "I'll see you both soon enough!" He somersaulted backwards out of the house and back into his clown car.
As he drove off, Patrick chuckled. Both of those pies contained a full tube's worth of clown ointment. Soon enought, his stolid, serious parents would be funny and silly clowns.