On her way out, Karyn was stopped by Bobo's younger brother. He was pointing a funny-looking little yellow plastic pistol at her! She gasped before realizing it was just a toy.
"Woah there! Be careful where you point that," she chuckled.
"Bang! Bang!" the little clown boy exclaimed, pulling the trigger. A tiny motor whirred and bubbles came floating out. "Gotcha!" he continued.
"Oh well, I guess you did." Karyn said, playing along.
She reached up and popped one of the bubbles with her finger.
Oh no, she thought. I don't want to get bubble goop on my gloves. Wait a minute. Gloves. Karyn looked at her hand and sure enough, it was incased in a bright yellow glove. In fact, she saw that she was now dressed in a garish, polka-dotted clown outfit. Her stomach did backflips and she got light-headed. She shook her head to dispell the dizziness and big, poofy tufts of pink shook loose, swaying into her vision. This was bad.
She peered around the corner into the bathroom mirror and couldn't believe what starred back at her:
"Please tell me this is a fun-house mirror," she squeaked her new high-pitched clown voice.
