Krazy Klown laughed maniacally as his armored ice cream truck was decorated with bullet holes beside its polka dots.
Hanging low and half out the open passenger door, Klarabelle aimed for Cannibal Joe’s machine-guning roadster behind them. “I’ve got it, Sweetie!”
The thick girl fired her pink bazooka, rainbow pigtails flapping in the wind. Paint and confetti splattered across Joe’s windshield, and the car veered off driving blind.
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