Clowns Rising

Someone was knocking at the door. Treebole went to see who it was. "Lord Treebole, I have a message for you," said the white-faced clown that stood before him. It is never a good thing to receive a letter from a clown . . . even if one is a clown. Treebole opened the letter and read it.

Lord Treebole,

As you may already be aware, the Institute for Exceptionally Evil Clowns was viciously attacked and not a single clown was spared. We believe monkeys to be the perpetrators. An emergency gathering of all the clown lords on the North American continent will be held at our annual chambers at sunset this Wednesday. Your presence is requested. As you may already know, my nephew and our comrade in arms, Lord Gorko, was the chairman of the institute's council.; he was among the fallen. Our race will be avenged! Hail Pennywise!

- Lord Neegus

Treebole lowered his head and said, "Great," as he sarcastically chuckled. He thought he had left all the fighting behind; after The Clown War of 99 he was done. Now the whole clown militia will be mobilized. "Some of the European lords might even be at the council," he thought to himself.

Treebole had heard of the slaughter at the clown school in Georgia. Every clown had
(For more on the clown defeat go to:
www.associatedcontent.com/article/2010260/clowns_vs_monkeys.html?cat=44). He knew this was coming. Nothing like what took place had ever occurred in the annuals of clown history - an entire clown school wiped out . . . and by monkeys. It had been a long time since monkeys and clowns tangled. "I would not be surprised if the entire Kiss Army is called up . . . I am sure Slipknot mercenaries will be brought in," he wondered as any good lord and general would.

Treebole did not think much of the school in Georgia - red necked, carnie clowns is how they were perceived in the clown community. They smelled like cabbage and not like burnt black powder and vinegar which is the way clowns are supposed to smell. But it did not matter. A clown is a clown and many clowns died on August the 8th, which many in the clown community were already calling, "Eighty Eight".

"Well, Halloween will be ruined," Treebole said aloud as he set down the letter.

"Lord Treebole," said the clown at the door in an inquisitive manner.

"It's nothing," said Treebole as he grabbed the old style seltzer bottle that was sitting on the table. He quickly sprayed the no-name, errand clown before he said, "That is for bringing me bad news." The clown chocked on the seltzer water as Treebole slammed the door.

Treebole went to his refrigerator and took out a bottle of Goldschlager schnapps. He twisted off the cap, lifted the bottle up to toast the picture of Pennywise on the wall, then took a giant swig.

After setting the bottle down, Treebole caressed the signet on his left, middle finger. All clown lords fashioned their own rings upon obtaining lord status. Treebole's was a serpent-like dragon inlaid in pure platinum. Treebole's hands and fingers were large and the ring was even big on him. It was accented with tiny blue sapphires. A slightly larger blue sapphire was set in the middle as the dragon's eye.

Treebole walked to his closet, opened the door, then stooped down. He stood up, as he starred at his tricked out Glock-17 pistol (he got it off a cop he killed in the early 90's). He then walked over to the full length mirror in the caboose that functioned as his house . . . yeah a caboose. He slid back the slide and clicked the hills of his Ronald McDonald shoes. As he straightened his body, he pointed the Glock at the image of himself in the mirror. As he starred himself down in the mirror he uttered that infamous line from Public Enemy, "Bring the noise."