For Tonights Entertainment

This village, these people – everything about it seemed to be all wrong! It all felt too slow and too unexciting. Wasn’t there anything happening? Weren’t there others around who were just as restless as he felt? And, of course, Clopin was certain that he didn’t know a single soul. He couldn’t help but feel that at some point in time he’d served a little more of a purpose to someone or to something. Well, he certainly couldn’t do much about it without having anywhere to start! Oh, but on a second thought, he might have had just the place to start – this strange village!

Clopin was naturally drawn to people so that meant that it was only natural that he would try to squeeze himself into the company of the first bunch that he’d seen. Not to mention that there had already seemed to be a little bit of a stir among them. It had been the burst of laughter – not the sound of flatulence – that had really gotten his attention though. Especially when this laughter had been met with eyes rolling and anything but amusement. Such a peculiar village, indeed. At least the lack of laughter from the crowd quickly pointed out the guilty party.

Clopin watched with arched brows as the man received a slap on the face. This brought a grin to Clopin’s face since he sometimes found abuse just as humorous as anything else. It was also evident that the man who’d committed the embarrassing feat was amused. He decided that this was obviously the person he should approach.

“The place is greatly lacking a sense of humor,” Clopin put in as he casually strode up beside the man. “Although humor at the expense of others is always risky business.” Clopin crossed his arms, glancing over toward the other man. He eyed the things that he’d retrieved before being slapped. “And what is it that you’ve got in your bag of tricks, friend?”

When the man started to explain the whoopee cushion prank to Clopin, he swiftly brought his right hand up to his chin so that his fingers could tap thoughtfully. It seemed to be a surprisingly foreign thing to him, but amusing nonetheless. He could only assume that the reason for it seeming so strange was because his memories of anything before a few months ago completely eluded him – whoopee cushions included apparently.

The second item also was not familiar but Clopin had not forgotten how to read. His dark eyes slowly returned up toward the other man’s while he gave him a smirk. How had this trickster gone undetected by his radar for this long? Clopin could think of a few people who he’d like to embarrass… a few who would certainly deserve having stink bombs or whoopee cushions left in their vicinity. Making the acquaintance or earning friendship of this man could certainly have its perks!

“You have quite the collection of curious things,” Clopin commented while eyeing the bag with both suspicion and curiosity. Clopin gave another grin and straightened out his posture as he crossed his arms up over his chest. “You seem to have an ample supply. What would you think of having someone help you lighten the load? I know of a person or two who could have a little more lightheartedness in their lives...” He lifted his eyebrows, still grinning wide. “Clopin. And you?”