Ty was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the clown ringmaster levelling the clownzooka at him at first. He heard the shot just as he saw it, scrambling up he started to run...and then felt it hit. SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK he heard coming from the floor. Looking down he saw his shoes had turned into bubble toed sneakers and were squeaking as he moved. He could also see his yellow and red plaid pants which were much too short for him, showing off his green and red stripped socks. The distraction actually caused him to trip, falling to the floor and sliding a few feet. Getting up he took note of his fatter frame, his eyes locking onto the mirror he nearly slid into. His pants may be too short in the leg, but they were also too wide in the waist, showing off his white boxers with red hearts on them, the only thing keeping the pants up were rainbow suspenders. The shirt, like the pants looked like it had been repaired with random patches, although originally it was blue with yellow polka-dots.
His face was barely recognizable, his jaw now had a painted on beard, his were locked into a permanent sad glum expression, exaggerated by his now black drawn on eyebrows. His cheeks were a rosy red which was only out done by his bulbous fire engine red nose. His hair had remained a dull brown but now curled out from under a bowler. He stood there in silence for a few seconds. "W...what was I thinking?.."