"Pranksters? Nah, I saw clowns riding around and advertising their show. No idea who was screaming, though. That wasn't a clown calling for help, wasn't it?"<br/>The female voice in the radio sighed, projecting the simple human emotion of boredom trough the mechanical static.<br/><br/>On the street, the yellow clown took a few steps towards Tammy, holding the heavy sack in both hands.<br/><br/>"We have leaflets here to leave around for folks. See for yourself."<br/><br/>He squirmed, putting the sack forward and opening it. Inside there was a lot of cheap leaflets with a laughing clown's face painted in red, with information about the show printed in silly letters.<br/><br/>"Well, we all have to work madame. But some fun after work is everybody's right in this silly world..."<br/><br/>The clown was stuffing a pair of tickets into pockets of Tammy's apron.<br/><br/>"Bring a boyfriend... Enjoy yourself!"