Jiminee couldn't believe her eyes! She pulled out her cell phone and punched the numbers for the ACDL, Anti-Clown Defamation League, hotline.

A nasal, twangy voice answered on the first ring, "ACDL, if you catch 'em in the act, we can help."

Jiminee hollered, "ACDL? I got one here!! I just saw a poor clown mercilessly ridden by Cocomo Joe. It was realy him! This time we can get him, send your closest squad to the Piggley Wiggley at 5th and Vine. I'll keep track of him 'til then.

The voice droned on, "Now, ma'am, just hold your horses."

"No, no, I don't have any horses, I'm talking about C-Joe riding a Clown, ferkrisakes! Someone needs to get here NOW! You are the ACDL, right?" Jiminee yelled.

A different voice came on the phone. In a deep tone, not unlike her daddy's, Jiminee heard, "Now jest you calm yerself down, little girl, and tell yer Uncle Albert all about it..." Then she could hear him whisper aside, "Mabel, get the drones fired up...we've got to save Cocomo before the real ACDL gets free and beats us there!"

Jiminee broke the connection then and ran into the Higgley Piggley Wiggley looking for Clown-Abuser Joe.