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Gracing us with her presence is (34) Bambolina the Anti-Clown, an antimatter monolith with the power to manifest herself in others minds. She uses this power to entertain and amuse others and not for anything malicious.
Snookums awaits his passenger and funny scenes from the film Herbie Goes Bananas pop into his mind, which he chuckles along to.

(39) Senior Funny Blob, sombrero firmly ensconced on his head, scans the crowd for any sourpusses in the audience. He spots a couple of aged harpies with permanent scowls on their faces, grumbling about the decor of the tent and how many damn cats there are.
He slides his gelatinous form over and absorbs them, thus in his mind making the world a happier place. Everyone in his vicinity makes sure that they have a big smile on their faces as they glance around nervously.

Bambolina has never driven a car before so instead she preoccupies Snookums mind with amusing car clips and tricks him into driving himself. A trio of 17th century artists fall from the sky, a normally grumpy group, so Bambolina looks nervously over at Senior Funny Blob who has just filled out Mr Whuffles and is speeding in her direction.
While manipulating matter to juggle the three scowling, arguing artists, Bambolina says - "I have come here to spread joy, not watch my charges get eaten by a giant jelly cube".
She occupies the minds of the three and struggles past their angst and depression to find what in life amuses them. Bambolina's mood brightens and soon the artists are smiling and chuckling as a Mime struts his stuff inside their heads.

Senior Funny Blob slows his car, no longer seeing the need to consume the dirty, scowling men now that they appear happy. The entire population of an old peoples home start to fall from the sky, all cranky from being woken up from their afternoon nap, and Blob expands ready to absorb them for not smiling enough.
A shadowy figure panics at the thought of the bad publicity this would bring his clown school. He clicks his fingers and the old codgers are replaced with four happy, yappy puppies.
Blob is content with these new arrivals and does not eat them. Instead he gives each its own little sombrero and juggles them gently.
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Doc0075: She uses this power to entertain and amuse others and not for anything malicious.
He clicks his fingers and the old codgers are replaced with four happy, yappy puppies.
Instead he (Blob) gives each its own little sombrero and juggles them gently.
Providentially, the "shadowy figure" deus ex machina trick saved the day...

...(except the poor aged harpies of course).

R.I.P. harpies
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foxgog: Unfortunately, we did not seeing TUC juggling anything. And that is a bummer, because me and Greg like mountains.
I will try add more nicely shaped hills next time!
Waiting on one person for scores, I'll give them till this afternoon then choose someone else.
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(28) Immalil Gimm Icky makes his way from his seat but stops abruptly, looks at his watch and waits 13 seconds. Precisely where he would have been if he had kept walking, an upright elephant wearing jeans and an 'I shot JR' t-shirt sneezes unleashing a trunkful of mucus on those unfortunate enough to be in front of him.
Immalil resumes his journey to the waiting Mr Whuffles.

(67) Zombeat the Medic pulls off his left arm and holds it aloft, waving to the crowd as he descends towards Snookums. He turns to tell a joke - "How do French skeletons greet each other?"
"Brainssss!"
"No, wait, I meant 'Bone-jour'."
BB Kitty admires Zombeat's boombox from a distance thinking it would look good next to his own one.

Immalil drives at a steady speed and gets a premonition of what will fall from above in 13 seconds time. "Three land sharks" he muses to himself and pulls on some chainmail gloves in preparation.
The land sharks drop exactly as he foresaw as he clambers onto the car roof and nervously proceeds to juggle them. His special power warns him to jerk his head away from the second shark which saves him from losing his face.

Zombeat detaches an arm and both legs and leaves them to drive the car as he climbs onto the roof. His limbs grow back as two monster hunting adventurers drop from above. Zombeat gulps as he hears them swearing to smite the evil zombie below and tries his best to juggle them.
He narrowly avoids an axe swing from a stocky dwarf as he sends the foul smelling fellow back up into the air, but can do nothing about the precision slice from the elf maidens longsword.
Zombeat's head is sent flying only to land back on his shoulders but facing the wrong way.
"Oh, my" he says to himself "this makes things a little more difficult." He tries distracting them with a joke - "Brai... eek, I mean, How many elves does it take to light a candle?" "Just one. Turns out they are good for something!"
An angry yell from the Elf precedes both his legs getting chopped off as a Dwarf laughs heartily.

Zombeat falls to the ground and watches as the two adventurers go charging towards a shadowy alcove, weapons held aloft. Lightening strikes out leaving two smouldering corpses in its wake.
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White as snow, (73) Pierrot stands grudgingly and trudges towards his car, Snookums. He stands looking at the car door before sighing and squeezing inside. Snookums feels a bit down and gives a sad honk.

(12) Iron Simon chugs around the tent in a mini steam engine that he constructed himself. He harrumphs when told that he has to drive Mr Whuffles for the contest instead. He climbs in, making sure not to scratch the paintwork with his iron prosthetic leg.

Both Pierrot and Iron Simon drive around waiting to see what they have to juggle. Next thing they know, they are both falling through the sky towards a large demon below that has one foot on each of their cars.
A rasping voice booms "Entertain me the most and free you are to go. Entertain me the least and I shall have a feast!"
Two large red hands tosses them over and over in front of a teeth filled maw.

Pierrot looks even more depressed than usual and Iron Simon hyperventilates, sending frozen little iron balls fly from his mouth.
Pierrot gulps and asks "Why was 6 afraid of 7?"
The demon narrows his eyes and replies "Pray tell."
Pierrot in a shaky voice "6 never did trust 7. Sure, they worked closely together, but 7 always seemed at odds with him. 6 always preferred the company of 4, a perfect 10 of a duo, even though 2 kept them apart.
But when it came to 7? 6 always summed it up to bad luck. Then, 6 found the truth.
6 respected 9, even though lewd jokes always seemed to be made about the two. 6 found that 3 and himself could come together and be seen as equal to 9. When 9 was removed, 6 had a very negative feeling.
Some were considered prime suspects in 9’s death. 2, 3, 5, and 7. 6 knew it had to be 7. His involvement with 9 added up two well.
6 snuck into 7’s house. He looked up from the floorboards, and found himself under 7. An admittedly improper position for him, but 6 saw the proof he wanted: 9’s body, half devoured. 7 was a cannibal... 7 8 9.
6 has spent the remainder of his days terrified of 7, worried that someday 7 will learn what 6 knows... And promptly solve his problem."

The demon thinks and says "Hmm, not funny but surprisingly entertaining. Your turn now metal Si."
Iron Simon is having a panic attack, visions of the steel beam falling and breaking his leg resurfacing in his mind.
"Knock knock.
Who’s there?

Interrupting cow.

Interrupting c–

MOO!"

"Ahaha!" Exclaims the demon "lunch it is!" as he promptly gobbles down the startled man.

Both clowns find themselves returned to their seats, Iron Simon frantically checking that his body is intact.
Post edited November 30, 2023 by Doc0075
I'm fairly certain I've caught up with everything for the spreadsheet at:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1meiPw8Bv4szzCgwKYTUtu4XGaWAQBQdEeoqUXYNEi_8/edit?usp=sharing

If I missed any scoring posts, feel free to let me know :D
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ThatGuyWithTheThing: I'm fairly certain I've caught up with everything for the spreadsheet at:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1meiPw8Bv4szzCgwKYTUtu4XGaWAQBQdEeoqUXYNEi_8/edit?usp=sharing

If I missed any scoring posts, feel free to let me know :D
Jean-Pierre: (Score: 4)
Wat: (Score: 3)
for round 1
Cornelius spat on his hoofs and polished his demon horns, in a ritual he'd often perform whenever he needed to use his brain for something important. And at this very moment, he had been summoned to score the driving-juggling performances of wannabe clowns (6) 00110000 and (54) The Rider Who Wears a Mask.

Observing 00110000 relentlessly probing Mr Whuffles' off-limits slots, was perhaps a sign of demented determination, something only a soul-tormentor from Hell such as Cornelius might fully approve. Being ejected into the air by an impressive explosion while still strapped to 00110000's seat, well that just brought tears of laughter down Cornelius' cheeks. Perhaps the performance may be perceived as technically a failure, but it was by far the most audacious and entertaining!

Watching The Rider Who Wears a Mask driving Snookums as if he were handling a dirtbike and simultaneously juggling two obsese puking babies, Cornelius was most impressed when 00110000 was unexpectedly added to the toss and The Rider Who Wears a Mask appeared to maintain a smooth juggling act, almost effortlessly. A stellar performance on a technical level, having passed both the driving and the juggling tests, but perhaps lacking some of the fireworks of the competitor's act?

In the end, Cornelius decided to score the performances as follows:
(6) 00110000 = 3
(54) The Rider Who Wears a Mask = 4
Post edited December 01, 2023 by matterbandit
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ThatGuyWithTheThing: I'm fairly certain I've caught up with everything for the spreadsheet at:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1meiPw8Bv4szzCgwKYTUtu4XGaWAQBQdEeoqUXYNEi_8/edit?usp=sharing

If I missed any scoring posts, feel free to let me know :D
Added the link to your spreadsheet to the bottom of post 4 so it is easier for people to find.
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An undersized dinosaur (56) Balaurul Bondoc wearing a fake red nose and purple wig flaps his little wings and ruffles his feathers as he makes his way towards Snookums. He assesses creatures in the audience, noting a good mixture of meat and plant based beings, unsure which best suit his diet. He outright dismisses any mechanoids with a rumbling sqwark.

(61) Quentin Verbose tries to get to his car, Mr Whuffles, but finds his path blocked by a scruffy woman with bleached blonde hair, inflated lips, pink leggings with juicy written on them and her belly spilling out over the top.
He asks her to step aside for greatness but she turns and spouts with vitriol "No, but yeah, but no, because if I don't stand here then them other clowns are well gonna give you beatings as I am like, actually, the best fan in the world!"
Quentin sighs and replies "You’re not pretty enough to be this stupid" before pushing past her.

Balaurul drives in a straight line, making supposedly scary dinosaur noises as he goes. From above falls sentient studio cameras and lights. He flaps and clambers onto the car roof determined to seize his chance to be in the spotlight.
Awkwardly he gets to juggling before donning a top hat and grasping a cane and starting a tap dance routine he saw in an old film. His talons rap off the metal of the car roof while he sqwarks and skreeks happily as the lights shine on him and the cameras film his every move.

Quentin keeps his eyes peeled for what he is to juggle. He spots two chickens wearing torn dungarees and with straw hanging from their beaks.
He gets to juggling them and enquires "do you walking nuggets possess the intelligence to talk?"
One of the chickens poops on Mr Whuffles roof before replying "Yup, surer than a donkey knows where the treasure is buried".
Rolling his eyes, Quentin asks "Are your parents cousins?"
The second chicken responds "they could well be, part'ner. Me Pa is defo his Pa and all the coops Pa too! Huckhuckhuck."
Quentin is tired of conversing with imbeciles and finishes with "Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory" before driving back to his seat hoping for a more challenging conversation.
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ThatGuyWithTheThing: I'm fairly certain I've caught up with everything for the spreadsheet at:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1meiPw8Bv4szzCgwKYTUtu4XGaWAQBQdEeoqUXYNEi_8/edit?usp=sharing

If I missed any scoring posts, feel free to let me know :D
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Doc0075: Added the link to your spreadsheet to the bottom of post 4 so it is easier for people to find.
Thank you :D
Wow, Balaurul Bondoc put up a much better show then I would've ever expected.
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(57) Riis Rock chugs back his fourteenth cup of coffee of the day. Pink afro hair pokes out from under his truckers cap at all angles as he runs to the waiting Snookums, all caffeined up and vulgar language.

A bizarre character is our (11) Roger Untoony. One half is a human with a cigar in his mouth dressed in a plain clown suit, the other a cartoon bunny with lipstick and shiny drawn on suit that likes to pretend to be a lady.
Roger starts to walk towards his car when a two legged coyote facing his rabbit side slaps him on the bum and says "Hey, baby! How bout you and me get together for a drink later and see where it takes us?"
Roger spins around so that the cigar chomping human half faces the startled canine. "How about you keep your filthy paws to yourself, maggot!" and smashes him with a haymaker sending the coyote flying back into the crowd.

Riis is so full of caffeine that he cant stay still. He sits in the drivers seat before immediately climbing out of the passengers window and running around Snookums sixteen times.
Three young halfling mums with their six year old kids fall from the sky and Riis juggles them manically on the spot.
He shares some jokes as the worried looking little folk go up and down "Who's the most popular guy at the nudist colony?"
The one who can carry a cup of coffee in each hand and a dozen donuts."
One of the kids says "What does that mean mummy?" as the mum in question blushes.
"Hey!" Riis Rock snaps "No kids allowed!" and he lets them drop while he runs off to get more coffee.

Roger climbs into Mr Whuffles who has a panicked look on his face as half of him takes on an animated form (with lipstick).
Roger Untoony stops the car and climbs on its roof as he spots a dozen skunks, some real some animated, dropping from above. His human half looks up and says "Jeez, how are we going to juggle this lot without winding up smelling like a sewer?"
The rabbit replies "I think it may be time to press the magic flower badge we've always wondered about."

Roger presses the badge in the middle of his suit and a giant hand shoots out to where the other clowns are seated. It grabs the startled Bubbles and squeezes him like a tube of toothpaste. Two giant bubbles float back over, one to encase Roger and the other to encase the relieved Mr Whuffles.
Now safe from having to spend the rest of the contest smelling of skunk, eight additional arms sprout from rogers suit making juggling the critters an easy task. Roger both chews on his cigar and blows kisses to the crowd simultaneously, fluttering an animated eyelid at a certain coyote.
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Doc0075: Riis Rock and Roger Untoony give the crowd some juggling entertainment.
I definitely enjoyed that one, totally into the character(s) I imagined. Great writing, Doc! :)