I gazed at the family dining room table and saw a vast sea of sexy red noses and smiled. I was so thankful this thanksgiving for not only my newborn baby, Pennywise's baby Papawise, but also for his 8 supportive father figures throughout the pregnancy.
Each of my sexy clown lovers brought their own turkey and they were all staring down at them.
Arthur Fleck brought a burned turkey because his many mental illnesses got in the way of cooking.
Heath Ledger brought an uncooked turkey with a bomb placed inside it. Bozo the clown heroically defused it before it blew us all to kingdom come.
Jared Leto brought a bag of worms and used condoms and thought we would all laugh but we didn't think he was funny because he's a weird.
Bob Gray brought a huge plastic cauldron of clam chowder which he struggled to get across the room with his feeble wrinkly arms.
Pennywise and I shared a knowing look that that bitch reused halloween decorations for thanksgiving.
Bill Skarsgard brought himself and we did jello shots off of him.
John Doe and Bruce wayne brought the only edible turkey that looked great because it was made by Alfred and asked once again if they could adopt Papawise from us.
As I was examining all the smiles on the proud creators of these turkeys' faces I heard a strange noise and peered under the blanket of the table.
Pennywise was there... GETTING OFF! It wasn't a tentacle.
We were at (y/n) house where framed photographs of me pennywise and our baby papawise. Suddenly! Papwise began to cry from his high chair. "I want Mcnaldos!"
Pennywise rolled his eyes, "You useless slut."
I gasped. "Don't call our baby that! Just because he's a full grown clown reborn doesn't mean he's a street whore!"
I slapped a white gloved open palm across Pennywise's makeup'd face. Everyone in the room gasped. Papawise's cries became more desperate and sexual.
I grabbed pennywise' downsouth zone and dragged him to our shitty broke down minivan, which was parked in front of a tent which harbored many a clown vagrant.
"OW OW OW" He wailed, and I shoved him into the driver seat. Then I buckled in junior Papawise into his adult-sized clownster seat in the back.
"Where's Pennywise's sexy 2019 jaguar when you need it?" I quipped to Papawise, who giggled. Pennywise snarled. "I don't know what you're talking about."
We drove to one MCNOLADOS but it was empty. The lights were on like it was open, and it said it was open on maps, but no one wasw answering the drive through and many people sat in a sad line waiting and wishing to be served.
Papawise hit me on the back of the head and I saw stars.
"I want chicken nuggets and scotch!" He cried.
Pennywise glared evily and slammed on the gas, tearing through the mcnaldos and all the car before us. The bodies of hungry customers flew over our windshield as he sped to the next Mcnaldos.
We finally reached the next Mcnaldo's after 20 minutes. I looked back and Papawise was going through Mcnaldo withdrawal. I had to get the chicken fast and I relayed this information to my legally bound husband next to me.
We pulled up to the driver through and ordered McScotch, McWhiskey, McVodka, and that's it. I knew anything else would give us the McShits.
Pennywise got to the window where u get ur McAlcohol and looked the McNaldo employee up and down and went "I haven't fed for 27 years you homewrecking wench." In that instant Pennywise shoved his elongated clown clussy through both the car window and the mcnaldo's window, pulling the employee into the car with him. He feasted.
(His clussy is extendable and can take miles of dick).
I gasped and covered papawise's grown eyes.
Suddenly! Ronald Mcnaldo showed up and shot Pennywise in the face with a sawed off shotgun with wooden bullets.
"Get out of my mcnaldos and leave these kids alone you red-nose, ballon tying, party two timing, tounge twisting, heart breaking, clussy destroying, bitch!"
Another loud bang rang out as he shot Pennywise with more wooden bullets.
Papaiwse grunted sexily. Ronald Mcnolado shot him in the face as well.
Pennywise spit out the wooden bullets with ease and threw them on the cold tile of the mcnaldo's. "I'm not real enough for you Ronald? It was real enough for Grimace."
Ronald's eyes looked as if they were two crying orbs. Meanwhile Papawise was in the back having consumption. "This is bad, Papawise isn't immortal like you!" I spit at Pennywise, who had fire in his eyes directed at Ronald, not noticing that his child was dying in the backseat.
White hot fear shot through every fiber of my being. Papawise's mass didn't hold me back and I hulked out and picked him up, rushing him to the nearest clownterrarium. I needed someone with clollege.
As I stood beside him as he lay in the hospital bed the nurses shook their heads at me with grim expressions, Bozo came in with his steathascope and shook his head sadly. I knew this was the end of my grown up clown baby.
Tears flooded down my pale face as the machines beside Papawise flatlined, and the doctors began to gather his clown noses and plastic flowers. I agreed to allow them to take him body to the local clollege for study, and I rode home on my unicycle.
Pennywise was waiting for me when I arrived home with a beer in his hand as he watched the big thanksgiving game. I sat down beside him and stared at his sexy clown bells on his clown uniform.
Suddenly! Papwise burst through the front door of our home!
"Where's my useless clown son?" He bellowed with a scotch in one hand and a vodka in the other, clearly drunk out of his mind.
He was no longer a clown baby, he was now a clown.