Four Clowns and their Mouse

By Alco the Silver Hag

Chapter 11

Bonko looked to Bubbles who was feeding a rather large chunk of cheese to Cheesers with a dash of envy behind his heavily pigmented eyes.
“Oy . Bubbles. Ye ‘ad yer turn with ‘im.” Bonko spitted at him.
Bubbles looked back at him confused. “But I only just got to play with him, Bonko. Bubba said it was my turn!”
Cheesers nipped and nibbled at his prize. His tiny paws gripped the cheese so he could climb to the peak, chewing with glee.
Bonko growled low in his chest and grabbed a hold of Bubbles by the jaw, his rough fingers smearing the white makeup beneath them. “Give ‘im ‘ere.” He demanded as he brought the trembling Bubbles closer. He felt his breath against his lips. The breath of a terrified man, nay, terrified clown. As he brought Bubbles closer, he could swear he felt his heartbeat. Or, was that? Yes. Somehow the little scamp had crawled up Bonko’s sleeve.
Startled, he leapt back and fumbled, tripping over own his size 18 shoes and into the strong, tattooed arms of Bouncing Bob.
“Bob. I….I uh”
“Shhhhhhhh…” Bob replied, putting his finger to his bright pink moustache.
“B-Bob…it’s Cheesers….”
“Oh.” Bouncing Bob chuckled and reached slowly up Bonko’s shirt. He grabbed the mouse and gently cupped it in his hands. “Shhhh little one, I got you.” He pulled out the mouse out from under Bonko’s shirt, stroking the mouse gently.
Just then, a very naked Jojo the Clown walked in, all but his shoes that honked with every step. “Well boys? Who’s turn with Cheesers is it?”