Introduced as usual by Flurnston Boils, who owes some people money
I find the entertainment at most children’s parties to be rather tedious, but this party clown will make you laugh your head off, in an terrifying tale titled… Terror is Served.
“What do you mean, you forgot?” shrieked Mrs. Wawa at her sheepish husband. It was the day of little Willie Wawa’s fifth birthday, and his parents were in a panic. “We’ve invited all his friends for a lavish party, and you forgot to call the caterers, put up the decorations, and hire the entertainment?! How will we get that done by tonight?”
As if to answer her frantic question, the doorbell rang. “Greetings, my name is Egghead McGee,” said the strange little man when they opened the door. “I am an itinerant jack-of-all-trades — clown, cook, and balloon artist extraordinaire — and I happened upon your lovely home in hopes you might have need of my services.”
Scarcely believing his luck, and having not read ahead to the end of this story, Mr. Wawa hired him and set him to work. Mrs. Wawa had her doubts, but when the party began, the strange little clown proved his worth. The guests laughed at his delightful antics, and his seemingly inexhaustible supply of streamers and balloons transformed the backyard into a festive funhouse.
“Now, while you pin the tail on the donkey, I will see to dinner.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen. The Wawas let out a sigh of relief. The day had been saved and everyone was happy, especially their beloved son… wait, where had Willie gone?
“I hope you’re all hungry!” said a voice from behind them.
That boy’s getting a head start in life, DC and Sharon H. (Flurnston photo: Marcello il mostro, by akk_rus, licensed under CC BY 2.0)
AAahhhahhhhahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Oh. My. God.
That is one tolerant Wawa to wear that thing.
I love his look of resignation. “This is my life now.”
That costume is genius. And Mike, could we have Flurnston Boils guest host at other times in the year? He’s a laff riot (and needs the money).
Seconded! Feline thespian cannot live by Halloween gigs alone.
? BRILLIANT IDEA ?
Flurnston Boils, come up here to Canada, and move in with Santa! He only works one day of the year, and he lives in a castle at the North Pole, and has thousands of elves working for him. It would be perfect!
Love everything about this!! Had to share with my work colleague so she can join in the festivities as well. Poor little Willy, and his birthday was going so well.
BTW,
Have i mentioned that I need to get my great aunt’s accordion repaired? It seems to be playing like a strangled bagpipe fell on top of a startled cat in the middle of the night.
Why yes, usually at 3am on the dot. Why do you ask? Does that mean anything?
How do you tell the difference between a strangled bagpipe and a normal bagpipe?
Mike, this was hilarious. I laughed out loud at work!
I missed the festivities yesterday – or today – whatever. Wednesdays are too busy for me to go online. I’m so glad I’ve been able to catch up with Flurnston Boils’ narrations. What, may I ask, is the etymology of “Flurnston Boils”?