Oh DEAR, those naughty SCARY CLOWNS.

Getting in here last Sunday, and writing all that blasphemous gobbledegook.

Thankfully by keeping them occupied for the ensuing seven days, with bashing, twanging, and screaming, they are just too tired to misbehave in such a despicable manner again.

Capturing the entire hullabaloo on sound recording devices has enabled an aural construct to be assembled to warn others of their destructive ways.

By distributing constructs in digital form, without alerting the SCARY CLOWN perpetrators, worldwide mayhem will be averted.  

By the grace of the great and glorious gods of greasepaint, none of the offending SCARY CLOWN desperados has become aware of this threat to their terror plot.

Wait, what was that noise?

The faint sound of the Calliope?

A far off honk, a goose perhaps?

No the approaching flap, flap, flap of size thirteen clown shoes!