Clown Brawl

         Author's Note: In the collaboration area, I started a writing drill with Mr. Johnson and 9 other students. Mr. Johnson started us out with the first two paragraphs, and then he had each student come up with a part of speech, and then we had to incorporate it into our story as soon as possible.

         As soon as the elephants left the center ring, Henry leaned forward to see which act would come out next in this strangest circus he had ever seen. So far there were bicycle-riding bears, lions jumping into pools of flaming water, and seals who tossed bowling pins to one another, balanced on the tips of their noses.

         Henry leaned so far forward, he almost fell out of his seat when the first performer appeared… his greatest fear became realized. It was the clowns!

         The man with the makeup made his way into the arena, waving and squeaking his horn. He tipped his hat, then grabbed his unicycle from the side of the stage along with his juggling balls. He started to juggle, but that was just to get the show started.

         This plump man is going to make me crazy! thought Henry. He was shaking in his seat. He reached for his soda, but decided better of it because of the shaking. Slowly, he sat back in his seat and tried to focus on something else. There were children screaming happily, a woman with a blue wig two stories high, and an obese man with his shirt off. The circus has more interesting people in the audience.

         Next, a giant sink full of clowns came rolling in. In the sink were men with red noses, makeup, suspenders, and rainbow afros.

         "Mom? I think we need to go," Henry told his mother.

         "Why? The good part is just starting! The clowns are my favorite part!" she exclaimed.

         "I think the opposite, but, okay," he said nervously.

         "What, are you just a baby?" George, older brother, teased.

         "No, I just think it is very embarrassing to be sitting here watching men in polka-dot suits with suspenders piled up in a sink with nothing better to do with their life,"  he lied.

         The host, Jeff Vermont, exclaimed, "Time for Clown Clobberball! Let me explain the rules. Each clown will be on one side of the ring, each holding a racket. This racket has a hole straight through the middle, making it difficult to hit the ball. And of course, we are playing with balloons. Since there are heilium in the balloons, the clowns must be suspended in the air. While on bungie cords, they must try to hit all 50 of the balloons onto the oppponents' side. Now, during the racquetball game, we must cheer on either the Bolunga-lungas or the Striped Sock'ems."

         Henry and his family could already tell that the Bolunga-lungas had one-one millionth of a chance of winning this, judged by the Striped Sock'ems name. But, maybe somewhere over the rainbow, there's a chance.

         One of the many people on the tech crew, Preposterous Ronald,  ran out and hooked up the 6 clowns on each team. Ronald unintelligently tripped over the wire on the way out, but quickly regained himself. When he finished, he ran backstage, done with his job (Everyone thought). But then, all of the sudden, the line dividing the two teams started flaming up. Mark the Iguana, one of the clowns, started warming up with a quick self-volley. Then, he spiked it down to the ground. That was a prepared clown, alright.

         "Let the games begin!" yelled Jeff Vermont.

         Autumn leaf-colored balloons started bouncing around the arena, leaving everyone in awe. The holes in the rackets were really fitting its purpose; Clowns kept swinging and missing. Balloons were flying everywhere, and some children were fortunate to catch some of them. With only 36 balloons remaining, 24 were on the Balunga-lungas side. 12 were on the Striped Sock'ems side. The Striped Sock'ems strategized, having 3 members of the team blocking the shots of the Balunga-lungas, and three were shooting over.

         The plan worked. Now with all 36 balloons on the opponent's side, the Striped Sock'ems arose in victory. The show was over, and security was unpolitely asking people to leave.

         "Mom?"

         "Yes, dear," Henry's mother answered.

         "Can we paint over Star Wars and put up some clowns in my room?"