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MidReal Story
Cosmic Clowns: Saviors of Laughter
Scenario:funny jokes
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Mike "Roar" Thompson
former clown turned comedic warrior, mentor to Chuckles, bald with a red nose and oversized shoes, energetic and loud.
Sarah Sparks
comedy writer with a sharp tongue, close friend to Chuckles and potential love interest, tall and slender with glasses, dry humor and intelligent.
Charlie "Chuckles" Johnson
amateur standup comedian, friends with other protagonists, short and chubby with curly hair, quickwitted and nervous.
Chapter 1
I was just a regular guy.
I had a regular job, a regular life, and I was okay with that.
But then everything changed.
It started with the dreams.
The same dream, every night.
A man in a red nose and oversized shoes, standing on a stage, telling jokes to an audience of thousands.
And they were laughing.
They were laughing so hard that the whole world shook with the sound of their laughter.
And then I woke up.
Every time, I woke up right before the punchline.
And it was driving me crazy.
So one day, I decided to do something about it.
I had been having the same dream for weeks now, and it was really starting to get on my nerves.
I was in an audience, waiting for a joke to be finished, waiting for the punchline that never came.
The man on stage was dressed as a clown, in bright red pants and suspenders, an oversized red nose on his face and huge shoes on his feet.
He looked like he belonged at a circus, but he seemed to think he was performing at some sort of comedy club.
An enormous comedy club, with enough room for thousands of people in the audience. I never saw anyone else in the audience besides me, but there was no way that all that laughter could be coming from just one person.
The clown would start telling a joke, and the crowd would start laughing before he even got to the punchline.
And they wouldn't stop laughing.
They would laugh so hard that they doubled over in their seats, tears streaming down their faces as they gasped for breath between fits of laughter.
And then the entire room would shake with the sound of their laughter, and I would wake up just before the clown delivered his punchline.
That was what was driving me crazy: I never heard the end of the joke.
I never found out what was so funny that it made an entire arena full of people laugh until they cried every single night.
I told myself that it didn't matter; it was just a dream, after all, and dreams didn't have to make sense.
But after weeks of having this dream over and over again, I finally decided that I'd had enough.
I wasn't going to let some stupid dream drive me insane.
If my subconscious mind was going to taunt me like this, then I would just have to find out what the punchline was for myself.
I couldn't think of any other way to get my brain to shut up about it.
But how was I supposed to learn the end of a joke if I never heard the beginning?
It was a conundrum, all right, but I knew exactly who to turn to with my problem.
My friend Sarah Sparks would be able to help me make sense of this whole thing.
