We have a contribution! yayaya. Thanks Suzi van Es.

In such a sulk that his glory moment, had been more of a sorry one, Boswell forgot to pick up his strategically placed apple skin.

In what would have been a deliciously pre-meditated crime, Terri-Anne, quick to follow behind Boswell, determined to strike up a conversation with him after looking over at him and staring deep into his unmasked eyes...

crash, boom, whallop

The apple skin, perfectly suited to Boswell's out of the ordinary attempt at being different (he had been practising sliding on it after all), was not something Terri-Anne had ever encountered before...As her two legs splayed out into opposite directions from under her (she knew she shouldn't have worn those pink and yellow wedge clown shoes...the lady had convinced her, and she had a little too admittedly that this, yes, THIS would make Boswell notice her) she fell back.

The pigeon, not yet closed up by the others, electrodes still attached to the brain was the first thing she hit on her dramatic fall down to the cold, hard, ground of the operating theater..Terri-Anne reached out her arms to steady her fall, the electro-choloride-tetri anti sphincter a victim of her stupidly long clown arms. As it obeyed Newton and fell to the floor at a rapid speed, Terri-Anne called out, her scream piercing the silence of the theater as this horrific event slowly unraveled.

The bottle hit the floor, immediately reacting with the tiles, emitting a noxious toxic gas...the pigeon breathed deeply and thought to himself. 'Finally, these morons have made this crucial mistake - we have deceived them for so long. But finally, our secret weapon and the trigger has been released. HQ will be very happy with my efforts in fighting this war.' With that Terri-Anne's final descent into her fall caused her to sever the electrodes out of the pigeons brain..and its eyes closed for the final time

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Sadly no one was there to witness his moment of glory. His moment of standing out from the crowd. Being Boswell and not just a clown.

So all he could do was skulk off...

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Just before Boswell reached the door, he slipped. On a strategically-placed fruit skin. Not that of a banana, but an apple. Being the revolutionary he was, he thought he'd shake things up a little.

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Click. That was the sound of the video camera being switched off. "Nice going guys. And now we can upload this to YouTube and all the clowns in all the world will be able to follow our lead. Mwuahahahahahaha," smirked Boswell as he was leaving the lair for his next paying gig: the infamous birthday party.

Tracey adds:

The clowns surrounded the pigeon splayed out on the operating table; surgical masks barely concealing their engorged noses and caps barely keeping their ginger hair in check.

"Alright, removing top of skull now."

The little machine beeped and the detached skull made a distinct slurping sound as it was removed. With its brain revealed (quite a bizarre sensation), the pigeon's eyes went squint; one eye watching a clown and the other deciding where to look. It didn't like clowns and so rolled into the back of the pigeon's head where to its distinct dismay, instead of the comforting and familiar dark, it found another clown.

"Electro-thoride-anti-sphincter please."

A "phhzzzz" sound and a burst of smoke coiled above the pigeon's exposed brain.

"Done. He should find blinking cars quite attractive now... One down. Two billion, five hundred and sixty nine to go."

And so their long-term plan to eradicate bird poo and good luck from the world began...

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The clowns were sad to see this lady go but luckily they had a short attention span. So back they went to their plan.

Tracey adds:

And that was when she realised that she had knocked on the wrong secret, midget-sized door with a bronze knocker in that corner of the alley behind her restaurant.