Cocomo Joe was four hundred and thirty two pounds when he'd been fired from The Circus. To work as a fat man in The Circus, you had to be much more than morbidly obese, you had to be jaw droppingly so. Joe had caused some jaws to drop in his day. Thats why they didn't let him go until he was at one quarter of peak weight.

Joe was on his way out of the Piggly Wiggly with the dozen eggs two packs of weiners and the small turkey he'd planned to eat for lunch. "Atkins rules!" he thought.

Then he spotted the clown! Clowns can smell coulrophobia like sharks can smell blood. The clowns at the Circus had mercilessly teased him every waking moment during his twelve years as a featured attraction. "I'm going to wipe the painted smile off that clown's face." He thought as he paid his quarter and prepared to mount the harlequin.