The mysterious man wore camouflaged army trousers, boots, bullet proof vest, an ammo belt, sunglasses and a belt carrying suns, grenades, knives, bullets and all sorts - he was waiting outside, leaning on a white fence, staring at all the children playing on the swings, round-a-bouts and sliding down the slides in the small park just opposite McDonald's.
The man had been standing there for thirty-five minutes now and he still hasn't arrived.
His partners inside the car had finished loading their guns and were starting to get very, very bored that they decided that they should play a small game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" before their target finally arrived.
Suddenly a red and yellow car just stopped by the round-a-bout and Ronald McDonald ran into the park with his usual jolly smile.
The assassin watched him and got out his walkie-talkie and said, "He's here. Open the car window. Take aim. Don't fire 'til I say so. Hurry!"
The black car a couple of miles away from the assassin opened its window and the team looked out - he was right: Ronald McDonald is finally here and they mustn't fail.
McDonald, the bastard, ran to the slide and went down it screaming, "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!" like a little three-year-old girl and then ran to the round-a-bout to play with the other children.
He spun round and when his back was facing the black car -
Ratatatatatatatatatatat!
The one on the right side of the window had got out his machine gun and blew McDonald's back open and his blood - his pure evil, clown, red blood - squirted right out of his back and sprayed all the children playing near by with it as Ronald McDonald screamed in pain until he had spun round the round-a-bout exactly five times and the machine gun ran out of bullets.
"Oh, help me! Help me!" he cried and jumped off the round-a-bout like a fairy and ran as far as his huge, big, red shoes can take him to the slide.
All the children on the slide jumped off and another assassin, the driver, got out of the car and took his sawed-off shotgun out from under his long, grey jacket and shot Ronald McDonald three times in the ribs.
McDonald was lying on the slide and a huge ooze of his blood was pouring down it into the grass and Ronald dribbled more blood from his mouth as he tried to cry, "Oh dear, oh dear. This isn't very good, is it?" and died on the spot.
"That's it!" the driver of the car cried, "We did it! Wahoo!"
"He's not dead," the assassin at the fence said calmly. "Not yet."
The team were confused. They stared at their leader who was staring at Ronald McDonald's body on the slide in the deadly quiet, empty, child-less park of Clown death.
The assassin leader walked into the park to where the slide was up to McDonald's body.
It moved.
McDonald was still alive and he slowly crawled up to the swings and tried to climb onto it but before he can sit on it and swing as high as he can into the sky and, hopefully, land back to the Land of McFlurry, the assassin said got out his pistol and shot him in the back of the head.
His head exploded and the blood covered up his red hair and turned the swing into a bloody fish-less fish tank of blood.
"Evil Clown bastard." The assassin muttered to himself and, his job done, walked back to the car outside the park to get back home to see his wife and kids again.
The End. :)
The man had been standing there for thirty-five minutes now and he still hasn't arrived.
His partners inside the car had finished loading their guns and were starting to get very, very bored that they decided that they should play a small game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" before their target finally arrived.
Suddenly a red and yellow car just stopped by the round-a-bout and Ronald McDonald ran into the park with his usual jolly smile.
The assassin watched him and got out his walkie-talkie and said, "He's here. Open the car window. Take aim. Don't fire 'til I say so. Hurry!"
The black car a couple of miles away from the assassin opened its window and the team looked out - he was right: Ronald McDonald is finally here and they mustn't fail.
McDonald, the bastard, ran to the slide and went down it screaming, "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!" like a little three-year-old girl and then ran to the round-a-bout to play with the other children.
He spun round and when his back was facing the black car -
Ratatatatatatatatatatat!
The one on the right side of the window had got out his machine gun and blew McDonald's back open and his blood - his pure evil, clown, red blood - squirted right out of his back and sprayed all the children playing near by with it as Ronald McDonald screamed in pain until he had spun round the round-a-bout exactly five times and the machine gun ran out of bullets.
"Oh, help me! Help me!" he cried and jumped off the round-a-bout like a fairy and ran as far as his huge, big, red shoes can take him to the slide.
All the children on the slide jumped off and another assassin, the driver, got out of the car and took his sawed-off shotgun out from under his long, grey jacket and shot Ronald McDonald three times in the ribs.
McDonald was lying on the slide and a huge ooze of his blood was pouring down it into the grass and Ronald dribbled more blood from his mouth as he tried to cry, "Oh dear, oh dear. This isn't very good, is it?" and died on the spot.
"That's it!" the driver of the car cried, "We did it! Wahoo!"
"He's not dead," the assassin at the fence said calmly. "Not yet."
The team were confused. They stared at their leader who was staring at Ronald McDonald's body on the slide in the deadly quiet, empty, child-less park of Clown death.
The assassin leader walked into the park to where the slide was up to McDonald's body.
It moved.
McDonald was still alive and he slowly crawled up to the swings and tried to climb onto it but before he can sit on it and swing as high as he can into the sky and, hopefully, land back to the Land of McFlurry, the assassin said got out his pistol and shot him in the back of the head.
His head exploded and the blood covered up his red hair and turned the swing into a bloody fish-less fish tank of blood.
"Evil Clown bastard." The assassin muttered to himself and, his job done, walked back to the car outside the park to get back home to see his wife and kids again.
The End. :)