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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 28, 2011 0:42:53 GMT -4
Issac walked towards the store. It hadn't been there the day before, he could have sworn. Either way "Chuckle's Joke Shop" stood there, plain as the nose on his face.
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Post by isaac on Dec 27, 2011 10:52:39 GMT -4
Isaac immediately moves toward the whoopee cushions, squirting flowers, snakes in a can and other assorted pranks. Distracted by all the wonderful jokes, he walks right into the attendant's desk without seeing it. He recovers, looks around for the shop keeper and hits the service bell. Rather than ringing, Isaac yelps as his hand receives an electric shock from the prank bell.
Isaac chuckles at the unexpected prank as he rubs his hand, then calls out, "Ring, ring! Customer here! Can anybody here show me a good prank?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2011 0:55:02 GMT -4
"I believe you just saw one." Came a friendly voice from behind the bead curtain leading to a back room. Out stepped a man dressed as a clown, it appeared. His short blue hair looked pretty naturally styled besides the odd color.
"Welcome to my shop."
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Post by isaac on Dec 29, 2011 4:57:02 GMT -4
"Well howdy, Mack. Great setup you've got here; I love the classic pranks just as much as anybody, probably more, but I'm in the market for something new and different, something that will totally catch the norms by surprise. Have you got anything like that?"
"Oh, by the way, my name is Isaac." He holds out a hand with an almost concealed joy buzzer in it, waiting the shake.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 31, 2011 22:19:30 GMT -4
The clown eyed his hand and smiled and grabbed it. Instead of the buzz effecting the clown, it's effects were doubled back into his hand. The clown grinned and held up a hand showing a circle in his palm.
"Protection from Joy Buzzers. Standard issue for a clown in my profession."
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Post by isaac on Jan 1, 2012 9:39:51 GMT -4
Rubbing his hand again, Isaac lets out a shaky chortle.
"You are a slick customer, ain't ya, Mack? But wait a minute, friend, I thought this was your joint, so that makes ME the customer. That being the case, why don't you show me a prank I could use on a square who ain't wired to buzz, preferably something that won't mangle my misused mitt here."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 3, 2012 7:52:59 GMT -4
"Did you have anything in mind?" The clown asked his customer.
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Post by isaac on Jan 4, 2012 17:25:58 GMT -4
Picking up his briefcase and placing it on the counter, Isaac slides his fingers to its catches and says,
"Why don't I just show you what I've got? I usually start with a surprise pie."
Isaac snaps open his case, pulls out a cream pie, and immediately throws it at the clown's face. The pie comes within inches of his bulbous nose before halting in mid-air and springing back to Isaac's hand on it's rubber tether. He slips the fake pie back in the case and takes stock of the clown's reaction. Isaac is a little concerned at apparent unconcern on the clown's face, but he continues his act anyway.
"Next, I give em them old squirting flower gag, and follow up with a silly string makeover."
Isaac squeezes a hidden pump and his buttoneer sprays the clown right between the eyes. With fluid motion, he sweeps up four cans of silly string from his case and sprays the clown's blue haired crown as he circles him, leaving the clown with shoulder length 'hair' made of multicolored silly string.
"A thank you cigar for being such a good sport and with a hearty handshake, I leave em in stitches or fits."
Plugging a cigar in the clown's mouth and lighting it, Isaac almost makes to shake his hand again before remembering not to and pulling his hand back in an exaggerated "too slow" movement.
"So what have you got here that could help me top an act like that?"
As he asks, Isaac inches his way further from the clown and the lit cigar in his mouth.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 5, 2012 20:07:13 GMT -4
"Oh, I could make you the silliest prankster you could imagine" the clown said simply.
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Post by isaac on Jan 8, 2012 11:01:32 GMT -4
"Wait a minute, pal. I already am the silliest prankster anybody's imagined. I can sneak whoopee cushions under the seats of the most paranoid stiffs. I can fling a cream pie and hit a moving face at 40 yards. I can make a Don Juan look like a daffy dame and he won't even realize it. Can you do that? I'm always on the lookout for a good gag, but I seriously doubt you can show me something of my caliber."
Isaac crossed his arms and grinned with superiority just as the cigar he'd planted in the clown's mouth exploded and covered the clowns face with soot.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 8, 2012 11:40:35 GMT -4
The clown grinned as he took the cigar from his mouth. "Follow me." he said as he walked towards the back room of the store. Through a bead curtain, he lead him into what looked to be an empty room save for two doors. One marked "Office", and the other unmarked. The clown snapped his fingers and the unmarked door flew open, revealing a wall of swirling colors, like a tie dye rainbow coming to life before his eyes.
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Post by isaac on Jan 9, 2012 10:29:18 GMT -4
"Tie dye rainbows and beaded curtains? Somebody get a hose, the 60s are trying to make a comeback! Sheesh! Some people keep skeletons in their closets; you hold a party in there. Hey kids, don't eat the brownies, or at least save some for me!"
Isaac ambles up to the door, squinting for the bright colors, and leans in to see their source.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 9, 2012 11:58:57 GMT -4
The clown sticks out his foot as the man walks closer, sending him tumbling into the wall of colors, where he vanishes.
"Have a nice trip. See ya next fall, kid." Chuckles the Clown said. --- Issac was falling, slowly. He was surrounded by colors and it felt as if he were falling through pudding or something.
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Post by isaac on Jan 9, 2012 14:29:13 GMT -4
"WAAAH! ! ?... I don't know if I'm falling or drowning here. Should I be screaming, or holding my breath and swimming?" Isaac attempts to do both at once, then settles into confused flailing while hoping he'll soon touch bottom.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 10, 2012 23:30:05 GMT -4
And then it all stopped, and he came to a halt, bouncing off the ground like it were a trampoline. The world around him was colorful, cartoonish, and just plain weird.
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