The interrogator slammed his fist down, causing

The interrogator slammed his fist down, causing the metal table between us to tremble. "Where have you hidden the bodies?!" His patience was wearing thin.

Unfortunately, so had his cheap suit, right around his crotch. I could glimpse a bit of boxer shorts covered in hearts & started to giggle, which infuriated him even more. "Where

would you like to go next?" I asked him politely. He looked up at me and grumbled about his borrowed suit. I felt bad for giggling as I hadn't relised how hard he had tried to

look like a disco clown. The rainbow hair, face paint and big red nose were just too much. I fell on the floor laughing as he took his leap of faith off the platform. The bungee

chord wasn't as elastic as it was predicted. The psychedelic clown fell headfirst, smearing his face on the floor, creating a smudgy path of coloured face paint along the floor.

Jenny just stood there, her hands on her hips looking down at the mess the psychedelic clown had made. "And you ask why I'm upset?" she cried. "I just cleaned that floor!"

"Lay back and let the Majestic Mouse's gavel-smirk undulate through your mind-surf, maaaaaaan," quavered the psychedelic clown. Jenny was so furious that she put her foot down

straight through the comedy floorboard. The psychedelic clown loomed over Jenny and planted a custard pie in her face. "I'll Majestic Mouse you... you... clown!" she shrieked. "Cor

ducked right before the pie could hit her in the face. Na-na-na-na-NANA! She turned around & saw the psychedelic clown standing behind her. He handed her a rose & said "Sorry."