The circus was like a dream to him; flaming

The circus was like a dream to him; flaming jugglers, juggling flamers, assortment of animals and freaks alike. Maybe it was a dream? He lost the ability to tell between dream and

his increasingly sore testicles. Despite the titillating wonders about him, he fell to the floor in agony. Reaching up in desperation with one hand, the clowns surrounded him.

"Get away!" he screamed at the looming face-painted menace. Suddenly, the power went out in the Anah Shrine Temple. Rick knew this was his chance. He quickly pulled out his sai.

and sighed. He threw the sai. It hit the face-painted menace in the neck. In the dark, you could hear the blood splatter. The lights came on. The face-painted menace was Ronald McD

"Who ate all the McMuffins!?" Grimace cried. He ignored the crumpled heap of Ronald, bleeding like an oil derrick from the lethal sai-induced neck wound. He then found the burgers

and fries and helped himself before placing the 911 call. Grimace tried to put panic in his voice and yelled at the operator, "Help me! Ronald is dying!" He raided the ice cream

store cupboard, but though he found rum, banana, and coconut, he could not find rum-nana-nut, his all time favourite, and he felt empty inside. The ambulance arrived for Ronald o

n time, but a bit too late to save his life. Nevertheless it was better to have a dead man than rum, banana and coconut in a store that had no rum-nana-nut! So they called on

the spirit of Julia Child, who appeared and directed them to boil the dead man's bones with a pinch of parsley and a dollop of cream. Bon Appetit! Or should I say Bone Appetit?