One day I was playing when I heard a noise. Not just any noise an awful noise. My mom said “we’re going to the carnival” I grunted, Why the carnival? “Little Jimmy wants to see it” said my mom. The reason I didn’t want to go there was because I was a wanted convict at the carnival. The story is, one time I went there with my friend and we decided we should squirt water in a clown’s face. The clown took it very hard. He started chasing us. He gave up but he pulled out a Walkie Talkie. Oh no – Clown Team 6! A clown car was approaching. We ran so fast, we lost our way. Well that freaked us out even more. We ran under the bleachers and we saw a couple of hobos. Oh good, we found a confetti gun lying under a cob web in the corner of the bleachers that could help us get through the defenses. We saw a clown that was searching for us. We shot confetti and made a run for it. We got home safely. Oh no, it was clown prison. We saw all the famous clownvicts – Al Clownpone, the Clown Man… The clowns put us in handcuffs and put us in our cells. We escaped because there was an air vent. Not only that, but they raise the hot dog prices by $3.00 at the carnival. My mom forced me to go. I called my friend and told him he had to go to the carnival. That is why we are in clown prison to this day. The reason we didn’t escape YET is because they put us in solitary confinement for the rest of our lives.
P.S. Please get me out of hear before meatloaf day, some people get a little too excited and you don’t want to be there when it happens.