Krusty

Janice saw that giant Tootsie Roll Butch or Belinda (pronounced Ba-LIN-dee) received for their sins as a single hunk of candy, a sugar-packed turd of a prize, so big and dense it could have been laid by the Colossus of Rhodes’ pet cat. It probably was just filled with little, individually wrapped pieces, but she wouldn’t know, would she? Because in spite of sitting up nice and quiet as instructed by Mr. Ringmaster, she wasn’t picked. Not for the plucky sidekick, nor as a well-mannered participant for either the balloon popping game or the coveted beanbag toss. Nada. Dammit Bozo.