Mogg-dell Beef Ear Pie bust into the room, breaking the containment field as ducks flew into the camera with hideous shrieking quacks that could nay be described by the sons and daughters of yellow bears who ate too much candy after going to a rave. And the dancing babies, so many dancing babies that everyone was giddy with excitement. A kind love filled the blob of gelatin dessert that jiggled and wiggled as our beloved crew tried to swim but really couldn't get much of anywhere.
Mogg-del Beef Ear Pie swooped into the room with gleeful roar, "How you doing everybody!" it yelled at the top of its booming voice.
That was the signal. But nothing happened. For twenty-five years there was a dark and terrifying nothingness of gnashing teeth and pained screams. The gurgling sound of drowning sailors joined in a chorus of rusty nails scraping across millions of chalk boards. Did you know egg shells can be used to make chalk?
And then, after that, there were clowns.