"Now Patrick," said Alice as she took out a pen and paper, "what kind of clown do you want to be?"
"A whiteface," Paricke giggled, and as he described what he wanted, Alice quickly wrote down:
Milky white skin from head to toe
Lips ruby red and strech from ear to ear and down to the chin in a huge smile
Nose red and as big and round as a golf ball
Nose honks when squeezed
Eyebrows black and arch up to forehead
Blue upside down triangles under eyes
Hair fire engine red and curled into a bushy afro
Hands wide and puffy. Also middle and ring fingers joined into a single finger
Feet a size twelve with six inch wide toes
Talks with a voice somewhere between Bullwinkle and Goofy. Also punctuates sentences with a chuckle
Wears mainly Red and Yellow one piece clown suits with ruffles at the neck, wrists, and ankles.
Ruffles white trimmed with blue
Red pom-poms that match hair run down the middle of suits
Wears high topped shoes with yellow saddles, red wing tips and heels, and blue laces
Can sneeze out confetti, silly string, or multi colored hankerchiefs tied together
Able to summon juggling balls and pins out of thin air
Has full knowledge of juggling, classic clown routines, and all clown jokes both practical and impractical
Able to inflate into a round bouncing ball with only head, hands, and feet poking out
After she finished the list, Alice put on a pair of rubber gloves and rubbed the ointment into her son's bare feet. "How long will it take?" Patrick asked.
"About a week."
When he got up the next moring, Patrick looked at his hands. They were a lot paler than before, as if he hadn't been out in the sun for a week. Exited, he ran to the bathroom and saw that his face was paler as well, save for his lips, nose, and cheeks. All three were redder as if he'd been in his mother or sister's makeup, and his nose was starting to plump up......