Little did Mr. Shrieking know, the volume

Little did Mr. Shrieking know, the volume on his T.V. Was set to max when the remote activated the spark to power a loud surprise.

A clown ad was showing and blasting throughout the speakers playing through the entire house. Mr. Shrieking's wife came from the bedroom, "Honey, turn that garbage down," she shout

to be in rehab. "I'll scold you later," she scolded, and rushed to the phone. She learned that Blaze Baker's clinic released him when he changed his legal name to Gunzo the Clown,

and hired himself out to neighbors who were irritated at children's parties, to silence them all with a spray of bullets. Gunzo the Clown got rich, but got the electric chair, too.

Mrs. Gunzo The Clown said the electric chair didn't fit the ambiance she was going for &ordered Gunzo the Clown to throw it out. Gunzo said he'd gotten it the hard way & it'll stay

so Mrs. Gunzo The Clown told Gunzo The Clown that she had cheated on him with Bozo The Clown. Despondent, Gunzo sat in the electric chair, & turned it on, which turned on 98.6 FM..

then life betrayed Gunzo once more. No matter how long he stayed in that chair, he could not die. His flesh burned away, and his heart kept beating. Was this Clown Hell? He was

certain of it once Clown Satan appeared. "You know why you're here, Gunzo?" Clown Satan asked, pacing around the chair, "Is there anything you can think of? Anything at all?" Gunzo

said “No, nothing comes to mind.” Clown Satan produced a feather. “You’re here for THIS!” he said and began tickling Gunzo’s bare feet mercilessly. He WAS “Clown” Satan, after all.