They stepped off the train only to stand

They stepped off the train only to stand in wonder. It had been a long time in the making to get to where they were today. Little fingers enclosed his large ones and

neither dared let go. He feared they weren't ready for this new life but there wasn't a choice. The metaphorical bridges were still smoldering back home. He and his niece walked

around the FBI headquarters. They got "Watchmacallit" bars from the vending machine. This new life would keep them alive, he and his niece had ratted out the

Clown syndicate and though many of the top jesters were behind bars, The Oberclown Chuckles was still at large. The FBI agent had said they should return to the car but Cynthia was

the repugnant final clue. He wanted us to know he had been here. The hidden speakers with the giggle track was really overkill. The Joker he was not. Chuckles did not have style.

Realised all too late that it was a trap, we flung around to see the gates slam shut. Jelly began to pour into the chamber, and we chomped it down furiously, lest

we should choke in our jelly-filled death-trap. Thankfully, a passing spanner threw itself into the works and the machine stopped. Just in time, as

the spinning sawblades and laser beams had nearly made it to our delicate loins. Many a day I look back and thank that spanner for allowing to keep my penis, which I have used to

Consolidate my stranglehold on power in the small island nation of Vanuatu.