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Oct. 18th, 2006 11:08 amClown conference opens in Mexico
Chairman: The Chair recognises the delegate from Señor Bippy’s Casa del Chuckles.
Zongo the Clown: Thank you, Mr Chairman. We believe it is time to expel the radicals among us. For too long they have held sway over the clowning mainstream. We say: enough! They started with a far-fetched series of slapstick gags, which became a rigid set, a routine, and we have gone through the years sticking to that, misplaced, outdated, irrelevant to the real needs...
[Mimpy the Clown walks off the platform in protest.]
The Great Whoffo: [offstage] Liar!
Chairman: Order. Delegate Zongo has the floor. The delegate from the Natillas O Muerte faction will refrain from unsanctioned interventions.
The Great Whoffo: [offstage] Resign!
Zongo the Clown: I will speak, damn your eyes! I shall not dishonour my forefathers by surrendering to the likes of you! We who serve our art shall not be cowed, nor made to betray our noble calling! Fellow delegates, I call on you to resist the dark forces in our midst!
[Zongo is hit square in the face by a luscious custard pie. His trousers fall down.]
Chairman: Order.
[Delegates on the platform are sprayed with water from a large hose and covered in glitter. The chairman hurriedly exits the stage in a tiny dilapidated car.]
Small child: I’m scared of the bad men.
Parent: Nonsense, dear. Everybody loves a clown.
Chairman: The Chair recognises the delegate from Señor Bippy’s Casa del Chuckles.Zongo the Clown: Thank you, Mr Chairman. We believe it is time to expel the radicals among us. For too long they have held sway over the clowning mainstream. We say: enough! They started with a far-fetched series of slapstick gags, which became a rigid set, a routine, and we have gone through the years sticking to that, misplaced, outdated, irrelevant to the real needs...
[Mimpy the Clown walks off the platform in protest.]
The Great Whoffo: [offstage] Liar!
Chairman: Order. Delegate Zongo has the floor. The delegate from the Natillas O Muerte faction will refrain from unsanctioned interventions.
The Great Whoffo: [offstage] Resign!
Zongo the Clown: I will speak, damn your eyes! I shall not dishonour my forefathers by surrendering to the likes of you! We who serve our art shall not be cowed, nor made to betray our noble calling! Fellow delegates, I call on you to resist the dark forces in our midst!
[Zongo is hit square in the face by a luscious custard pie. His trousers fall down.]
Chairman: Order.
[Delegates on the platform are sprayed with water from a large hose and covered in glitter. The chairman hurriedly exits the stage in a tiny dilapidated car.]
Small child: I’m scared of the bad men.
Parent: Nonsense, dear. Everybody loves a clown.
