03x12 - The Tale of the Crimson Clown

[bunniefuu]

[Creaking]

[Clattering]

[Child's laughter]

I'm gonna cut
right to it.

Uh, I want to go out
with you next Friday.

Do you want to
go out with me?

Do I have anything
to say about this?

Sure. You could say,
"what time?"

[Miming speech]

I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

[Tucker laughing]

Whoa, big, fella, whoa.

What are
you doing?

Gary's my servant
for a week.

Down, boy.

Why?

We made a deal.
Don't ask.

I found a poem he wrote.

Tucker!

A poem?

I promised not to show it to
anybody if he'd be my servant.

Enough, you little spud.

One more word,
and the deal's off.

No sweat.

Hurry up
and tell your story.

I've got some dirty socks
that you've gotta wash.

OK.

I've got
a special story tonight.

There's an old saying:

What goes around,
comes around.

In my story,
a kid finds out

that no matter what you do,
good or bad,

it always
comes back at you.

It's great
if you do something nice,

but if you do
something rotten,

watch out--
it's coming back,

and probably,
when you least expect it.

Submitted for the approval
of the Midnight Society,

I call this story...

Mike was a pretty average kid

who worked a paper route.

It was the day before

his mother's birthday,

and he managed to save $
to buy her a gift.

Come on. We got to go to
the store before it closes.

Go yourself.
I'm watching something.

Sam, it's Mom's
birthday tomorrow.

We have to get her a
present together. Let's go.

Go where?

Um, skating, skating.
Just for a little while.

Yeah. Wouldn't want to get
too chilly skating, would we?

Now, keep your eye
on your brother,

and be home at :.

OK.

Oh, yeah.

Skates. I guess we'll
need these, won't we?

See you.

[Crash]

Oh, sorry, ma'am, sorry.

Here, I'll get the door.

Have a nice day.
Bye.

What a bunch of crud.
Don't buy anything here.

Sam.

I'm going
to the toy store.

I'm supposed
to watch you.

No sweat.
Watch me leave.

Sam, we got to get
Mom's present.

No, you got to get
Mom's present.

Forget it.

Would you lighten up?
I'm only going next door.

Just go next door,

and don't leave till
I come and get you.

Yes, ma'am.

bucks. Right.

Can I help you?

Oh, um, yeah, um...

I'm, I'm looking for a
birthday gift for my mom.

I see.

Well, my friend, how much
are you willing to spend?

Um, . $.

Let me see now.

Oh, yeah. How about
this little prize?

It's perfect.

Sam, what do you think?

Sam?

It's OK.

I'll take it.
How much is it?

For you? $.

All right.

OK.

Is there a problem?

Um...

Well, my money's gone.

Oh, I must have left it
at home.

I'm sure I brought it.

I see.

Maybe another time.

OK.

Sam, have you seen
my money?

Sam.

Where did you get this?

The toy store.

With what money?

My birthday money.

You spent that
on a bike.

I had some left over.

No, you didn't.
You spent it all.

You stole my money.

Let's consider it
a loan.

Sam, that money was
for Mom's birthday gift.

It was all I had.

Oh, well, too late now.

No, it's not.
We're getting it back.

No! Can't we just
return something?

Oh, well, guess you
missed your chance.

No, I didn't.
Come on.

Can I pay you tomorrow?

I swear, please,
it's my mom's birthday.

Sorry. Come back
when you got the money.

Does this mean
we can go home now?

Do you know what happens
to bad kids?

I mean really bad kids,
like you.

No. Why don't you
tell me?

Whenever you get snotty
with somebody,

whenever you hurt someone,

whenever you're selfish
or insult somebody--

yeah, yeah, I better not
pout, I better not shout,

'cause Santa Claus
is coming to town.

Sam, whenever you're bad,

and that means
when you steal...

The Crimson Clown
is watching you.

Ooh.

Watch out, Sam,
or it'll get you.

Ooh, I'm scared.

Don't believe me?
You'll see.

[Buzzing]

Now we're late, and
Mom's gonna be ticked.

Who cares?

You should.
Because of you,

we don't have a gift
for her.

Just put some cash
in a card.

You stole my cash,
remember?

Why don't you ask your pal,
the Crimson Clo...

Come on. Come on,
let's go.

Tell Mom
I'll be right down.

Yeah, whatever.

Where have you been?
Look at the time.

Where's Michael?

Um, upstairs.

I told you
to be back at :.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I wanted to come home,

but Mike said he wanted
to see his friends,

and he didn't care
how late we'd be.

Oh, is that right?

Well, we'll just see
about that.

Michael, get down
here right now!

Yeah, Mom?

Why are you so late?
And what's this I hear

about your not caring
what time you get home

when you have
your brother to look after?

How many times do I have
to tell you this?

You have to do
your homework,

you have to have a bath,
we haven't even had dinner--

I've been telling this since
you were years old.

I have to be able
to count on you.

You're the man
of the house.

Look at me, young man,
when I talk to you.

Get up in your room!

I don't want
one word out of you!

Is that clear?

[Chuckles]

Ha ha, got you.

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

Supper will be
ready soon.

Wash up.

OK.

Are you OK?

Sure, Mom. Just mad at Mike
for getting you so upset.

Don't worry about it.
Let's go.

Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!

Mike, Mike!

Get that thing
out of here!

What thing?

That.

Very funny.
Dinner's ready.

Don't make Mom any madder
than she already is.

[Laughing]

Help me clean up, Mike.

But, Mom.

Mike.

All right.

Can I watch TV?

Sure, honey.

TV: [Animal barking]

Man: Ha ha ha,
you'll never escape.

Come, brutus,
time for dinner.

Man : Aaaaagggggghhhhhh!

[Chomping]

Aaaaaggggggghhhhhh!

[Crackling and buzzing]

[Muted laughter]

[Laughter
grows louder]

[Louder still]

[Laughter continues]

[Door slams]

Hello, Sam.

Stay tuned. You're next.

[Laughing]

You rotten kid.
Help, help.

[Laughing]

Oh, is the baby afraid
of a little old movie?

What? But a hand...
It... came out.

What are you staring at,
turd face?

All right, Sam.
It's time for bed.

Can't I stay up
a little bit longer?

Yeah, Mom.
He could watch

a really scary
horror movie.

Sam would love that.

That's OK.

Wimp.

I'm not,
you overgrown dirt bag.

Whoa. Keep it up, and the
Crimson Clown'll get you.

Cut it out with this
stupid clown stuff.

I know what you're doing,
and I'm not scared.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

We were at the sto--
ice rink,

and he was being a pain,

so I told him that a
Crimson Clown will get him.

Mike.

I didn't even think
he was listening.

Just give him
a break, sweetie.

He's still little.

Yeah, a little jerk.

You're the jerk, Mike.
You geek.

Now what?

Mike?

What? What?

Nothing.

[Wind howls]

[Sighs]

Finally.

[Crackling]

[Door opens]

[Creaking]

Better get to sleep,
or Mom'll k*ll you.

[Sighs] Oh.

What do you care?

Hey, Sam. That stuff I
said about the clown...

It isn't true,
you know.

I was just mad
at you.

Yeah, whatever.

Where am I?

Store manager: Come back
when you got the money.

Oh, my god.

[Rattles door knob]

Let me out of here!

What's going on?
What am I gonna do?

Let me out of here.

Let me out of here.

[Evil laughter]

Sam, you're a bad kid.

Do you know what we do
to kids like you?

[Laughing]

Oh, man.

It was a dream.

[Gasps]

Mike! Mike!

Mike can't
help you, Sam.

Mike?

[Laughter]

Help!

[Laughter]

Mike? Mike?

Mike?

Mike? Wake up, Mike.
It's the clown, Mike.

It's the Crimson...

[Laughing]

Aaaaagggggghhhhhh!
Aaaaagggggghhhhhh!

Nobody
will help you, Sam.

Nobody wants to.

[Laughing]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

No! No!

[Laughing]

Help!

There's nowhere to go
and nowhere to hide.

[Laughing]

No!

[Laughing]

I got you, Sam.
You're lying.

[Laughing]

No! No!

[Laughing]

[Crying out]

Heh heh heh heh heh
heh heh heh heh heh.

[Moans]

[Laughing]

Help!

No one will help you, Sam.

[Laughs]

You're a bad kid.

No one wants to help
a bad kid.

I'm sorry
for everything I did.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.
I am!

I'm sorry
I stole Mike's money

and ruined
Mom's birthday.

I'm sorry. Please
give me another chance.

I'll be good.

Give me another
chance.

Mike?

Mike, where are you?

Come on. Hurry up.

Mike. You're here.

Yeah.

Everything's OK.
I'm OK.

I got another chance.
I got it.

What?

I got another chance.

Ha ha. All right.

Sam.

Can I open it now?

Sure.

[Gasps]

Oh!

It's from me and Sam.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Thank you both.

Sam got what he asked for...

Happy birthday, Mom.

Another chance.

Happy birthday, Mom.

Every kid deserves
another chance,

and the Crimson Clown
gave him his,

with a little help
from Mike.

That is a great story.

Yeah. What did
you think, Tucker?

I'll do my own socks.

Yes!

[Sighs]

What are you doing?
You might need it.

I doubt it.

So, are we going out,
or what?

Well, like Gary said, what
goes around comes around.

It's a real hot offer,

r
but...I just think

you need to cool off.

[Laughing]

Uh, can I walk
you home?

Sure.