Following recent events, the Clown tribe had been skulking in the sewers, deliberation between the most senior clowns was mooted and a successor for the worlds bright side was decided.

This clown was known to be one of the most nefarious, evil stinking bastards in generations.

It was time to present it to the world.  A plan was hatched, for generations now it was known that that mighty city of Philadelphia (that guy Asher with the big yellow shop) had been courting the clowns, sewer lines were mapped and the position of expulsion was decided.

The business district, Clark Park in Philadelphia was to be the place. It was known to be quiet there…

The clowns had the intention of slipping the chosen one in quietly before their plans of world domination would begin in earnest.

Dark, miserable times were in store for the world, there would be much rending of garments.

Each of the clowns blew out their candles and began the long march to Philadelphia...

18 years earlier...

Drip, drip, drip, drip. The dank sewers putridness extruded into everything, the young girl that had been found by the outcasts that lived here was feverish and not too long of life.  Her eyelids flickered struggling with the gloom, a small gasp emitted from her dry cracked lips as the pale almost luminous faces peered down at her.

“Use your inch” one seemed to mutter… “No, its all I have left for another week. I need it for forage, use yours, you have candle tallow spare always – I’ve seen you boil down those rats I know what you do with the fat.”

“It’s mine to do with as I please – this one’s like here is over… She has fat belly though, with child and not too far away I’m guessing”

The girl’s dry lips parted… “Please,” she whispered “my child is coming soon look after it…”

“Not got time for this” another deathly pale face uttered. “Stick her now, have done with it – is good resource this and fresh, we don’t need another loud crying mouth to feed”

The girl seemed to weep, an agonal breath parted her lips as simultaneously her waters broke… The pale faces instinctively stood back, the girl seemed to spasm, a Lazarus reflex running her entire body, when reaching her hips, her back arched unnaturally a squelch and then… a cry.

One of the pale faces struck a match to an inch-long fat candle.  It’s guttering light casting shadows in the dim confines of the sewer balancing room.  Large fat encrusted stalactites hung down from the ceiling flickering silhouettes across the room’s walls.  The girl’s body relaxed and was still.

“See what’s happened now. It’s an omen this – don’t need no living long pigs down here with us” a pale face hissed.  A knife flashed; the stubby nose of the new-born baby was sliced off in an instant – the strike aimed for its throat only deflected at the last minute as another hunched bedraggled profile snatched the baby from the ground.

“No, its mine this. I’ll care for it. I’ll name it Clown”

With that the candle was blown out darkness once again entombed the room; all could be heard was the small whimpering of a baby and the slicing of cloth as the girl’s body was divided up for the tithe.

Dino walks by the soapbox area of Philly and notices the clown, Evil as they come, he even has red wine with fish the scoundrel.

'Now look here buddy, I know you have a thing for fruit, midgets named Kes riding badgers and fruit but I cannot, in good conscience allow you to dwell in these drains any longer, you're making them smell funky'

Dino gets out his cutlery and plays the spoons