Adventures in Carbonite

November 21st, 2001

After months of torment I finally told them that if they didn't "cool it" there would be drastic measures taken. Drastic measures! They ignored my repeated warnings until it was too late...they had pushed me too far.

So...I taught them a lesson. One night, one of the clowns left the closet for a snack raid (they were always getting into my pudding cups). He never came back.

The next night a search party was sent out to find their missing clown brethren. They didn't need to go very far...I left them a note.

They knew where to look...

...the freezer.

I could only laugh at the horror that was coursing through their clown blood.


How does it feel? Does it hurt inside?


Awww...what’s the matter? You gonna cry, little clown?

After the initial shock wore off, I made the remaining clowns carry the frozen body to the oven for cremation.







Let that be a lesson to ya.  Damn clowns.

Let’s just say things have been very, very quiet in my closet since the "incident".