The thirty something year old clown gave us a big grin as I said those words, and grabbed a couple of blue tickets. "Ah, you have the right of it young man. You're sure to be laughing during the show! One way or another." He ended mischievously. "Just pray that you don't end up called down to the stage. Unless you'd enjoy being up front and center, as Kitchy has fun with you. Enjoy the show kids!"
After laughing off the clown's antics, Jenna and I walked into the tent only to be amazed by how much bigger the tent seemed on the inside. Which was saying something, given how large it seemed on the outside.
"This place is huge!" Jenna said in awe. "You'd be able to fit the entire school, and their entire families in here!"
"And then some, I'm guessing." I commented, before something caught my eye, and I pointed. "Look Jenna! Those must be those private boxes the ticket guy was talking about!" Indeed, they somehow had ten metal boxes stationed around the tent, with mirrored glass on the side facing toward the stage, so we couldn't see in.
Jenna turned to me, a little nervous. "Should we have tried for one of those boxes? I mean the guy said that the people in there don't have to worry about getting called down to the stage."
"Oh psh. Being called down to the stage would be fun. Especially given the Kitchy Karnival's 'theme'". I added on to this by tickling her belly real quick with one of the feather dusters, to which she responded with some nervous giggling and taking a half step back. "Besides, you saw how small those gold lines were on the spinner. There's no way we would have been lucky enough to get those seats."
She seemed to settle down a little bit upon hearing that. "You're right, you're right. Just a little nervous at the idea of being tickled in front of all these people. Even if I would stay fully clothed, unlike up there I suppose." She looked at the box almost wistfully, and I gave her a mischievous grin.
"Well tell you what. If the public exposure is the problem, I'll just head up to the stage if she points our way, and when we leave and go back home, I can tickle you in private. I won't even make you strip down." I said, then added: "Unless you want to of course."
Jenna rolled her eyes, smiles and snorted a little, before lightly hitting me in the arm. "Don't push your luck guy. But we'll see how this goes."
We quickly walked down and found our seats. We talked for awhile as people slowly filled into the Big Top. Only about ten minutes before the show started, we heard a familiar voice say "Well, well, well. Look who's sitting next to our seats." We turned and saw...
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