The Pie Machine

The following is in character.

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The clowns were not easy to identify, but eventually I managed to track one of them down.

I invited him to check out my new "pie machine" what I didn't tell him was that it wasn't a machine that made pies, it was a machine that made clowns make pies.

Since clowns were all about humiliating themselves, I needed to go another way with this. The best thing I could think of that was the polar opposite to a clown, yet feminine and weak of image, was a 1950s housewife, and that's what they were going to be until they earned back every part of their clown costume, with pies.

Now I just needed to pick out the other clowns.

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Response to

One Messed up HeroOne Messed up Hero,
Owen was enjoying a walk down town. It early afternoon and he was in thinking about going to a play or movie. His thoughts were interrupted by some yelling. Owen moved to see if someone needed help. As he turns the corner, a clown shouts out “I QUIT” and she almost runs him over.
“DD wait” called a second clown, but DD would not she was half way down the block. “Ah sh—ugar, HI I am PJ, I hope you did not hear all that” said PJ avoiding some less then clownly language. Owen, look at him, PJ was dressed as a clown a red wig with a fake bald spot was on pink and white on his face, with a red nose and a black mouth. PJ was dressed in a plaid suite several sizes too big for him. Owen ask what is the problem, make sure he was still not need as some help. “Oh nothing “said PJ, “What is nothing? Where is DD?” this came from a 3rd clown. This clown was in black and gray suite. His make up was done so it looked