Ahh, nothing like reading comics on a peaceful summer--
[screaming]
Whoa! A little help?
Back from another birthday party?
Uh, my third gig this weekend. I could really use an assistant.
Hey, what about you?
I thought Lucy was helping you.
And now, if my assistant
will just hand me one more balloon,
we'll have a pterodactyl.
[shrieking] You killed the dinosaur!
[cheering]
[buzzing]
Come on, Lincoln. Please? I really need your help.
I don't know. I'm not really the performing type.
I don't want to make a fool of myself on stage.
Don't worry. That's my job.
All you have to do is help with the props.
Uh, I don't know think it's for- What's that?
Ah, just birthday cake.
I always get sent home with leftovers.
Oh.
Usually I share it with my assistant.
But since this job isn't for you.
When did I say that?
[dinging]
[music playing]
Water you say we add some melon?
[cheering]
Whoa, Nelly!
[laughing]
Man, great crowd, huh?
Yeah, super. So, what was that all about
with the watermelon?
Well, you know, audiences seem to love it
when I fall down so.
Let me worry about the audience.
You take care of deodorizing these clown shoes.
What did one plate say to the other?
Lunch is on me. [laughing]
Gadzooks!
[laughing]
I guess lunch is on me.
[laughing]
[chattering]
Boy, we are killing it.
But I've been thinking,
maybe you should do a little less of the talky stuff
and more of the pratfalls.
Are you kidding me?!
- What? - Look, Lincoln.
Just because you got a few laughs
does not make you an expert on clowning.
There's a lot more to it than just falling on your butt.
Well, the audience sure seems to like my--
Lincoln, enough! No more pratfalls.
I am the clown. You are the assistant.
Now go refill these whoopee cushions.
How dare she speak to me like that!
After everything I've done for this business?
You'd think she'd have a little more--
[shrieking]
Funny Business, Inc. Your fun is our business.
Lincoln speaking.
[chattering]
Yes, we're available the 11th.
[chattering]
What? [chattering]
Oh, really? [chattering]
Great. See you the 11th.
Who did we just book?
Actually, the correct question would be, who did I just book?
They only wanted me.
Yeah, right.
It's true. You may not recognize my talent,
but apparently the birthday party community does.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go put on my padded underwear.
So, how old is the birthday girl? Four? Five?
13.
[music playing]
A little older than my usual crowd,
but no problem. My comedy is ageless.
Hey, guys! Who's ready to laugh?
Whoopsie doodle! Now who put this here?
Um, you did, obviously.
Oh, look at that! I have a message, too!
Mom, didn't I tell you not to text me at-- Whoa!
Remember, guys. Never walk and text!
He ruined my cake. Mom, why did you hire him?
Um, excuse me, everyone.
There will now be a brief, unscheduled intermission.
Text amongst yourselves.
[ringing]
This is a business line, Lincoln! What do you want?
Luan, I'm bombing out here. You gotta help me, please!
Oh! How could I possibly help you?
You're the clowning expert.
No, I'm not. You are. You told me there's a lot more
to clowning than just falling on your butt,
and you were right. Will you please come help me?
Okay, let's see what we've got here.
Hmm, Emo tweens. Notoriously tough crowd.
But, don't worry, this isn't my first mope fest.
You ready to do this?
I don't know.
You'll be fine. Just follow my lead.
[music playing]
Wow! It's about how we're all just, like, clones.
That's what I was gonna say.
Thanks for saving my butt. You were amazing out there.
And I'm sorry for the way I was acting.
It's okay. I remember how great it was
to get my first big laugh. I shouldn't have been so harsh.
Still my assistant?
Still your assistant. Let me get those for ya.
Whoa!
[laughing]
You know, that actually was kind of funny.
Here, let me help-- Whoa, good gravy!
[laughing] Hiawatha!
[laughing]