"Ready for the show?" Smokey asks as he puts on his cigar. He laughs, "Balloons and cigars an explosive combo."
You squeak as your rubbery body moves, but you haven't quire mastered speech.
"No matter. You'll be fine. Just hold still," the clown says pulling your strings.
"Wa,wa,wat! Wangee ack!" you squeak.
He laughs, "No, that wasn't the show! That was the warm up to get the rubes to pay their buck to see the show. They like you, so that want to see what happens in my act. Now come along, there's a good balloon werewolf. Remember just stay still and you'll be fine. I've never missed yet."
"Wist?" you squeak.
"Just stay still!" he advises.
Smokey puts you in front of a brightly painted wall on one side of the circus ring. Then he walks over to a table on the opposite side.
"Ladies, Laddies, Lassies and Gentlemen!" shouted the ringmaster in a red and black tartan kilt, "You saw him turn ordinary pink balloons into a werewolf, now watch the Amazing Knife-Throwing Clown Smokey in action!"
Knife throwing? you think.
Thud a machete appears right next to your head sticking out of the wall. You look at the crazy clown hefting another machete.
"Who thinks I'm going to pop him?" shouts Smokey as he turns to face the audience.
You bob up and down nervously.
He throws the machete over his shoulders.
Thud! Right between your legs. You can feel the metal indenting your rubber crotch. But you did't pop.
Loud Squeak!