EPISODE 72
Speaking of crazy, we had to make something for April 1. Question was what, and I pointed out we'd already popped Kim. More than once.
"But not you!" she exclaimed.
Well, it would only be fair if I was to have regular screentime. How to work it in was another matter. Then I remembered something Mandy had brought up years ago at the theater and asked her to locate the original so we could recreate it.
She loved the idea and though I have no idea how she managed to get back to me within a few hours, sending over a scan of Don Martin's 'One Evening at a Banquet Saluting an Outstanding American'. The title could be kept to amuse the few who'd get the reference and give them the satisfaction of knowing exactly where things were headed. The lines had to change a bit, of course, but that wasn't much of an issue.
As for the costume department, Kim said a banquet implied tuxes and I maintained the characters were explicitly not drawn in black tie. They wore the suits of regular businessmen, and so we agreed to dress in the female version - jackets and trousers being the only real similarity. Slightly unbuttoned blouses and necklaces went below and our makeup was very proper and subdued. We couldn't really film in a public setting, so we cleared out the dining room (which is frankly bigger than necessary), put two small tables with cloths against the wall and had Kriss and Lex sit at one each wearing dresses suited for the occasion. Kim stood in front of the camera to announce the purpose of the event.
"You can hardly watch an episode of 'On the Air' without noticing the research, writing and other off camera work that's gone into it. Tonight we are proud to honor the mastermind behind these marvelous processes - Mrs. Cheryl Silvers!"
Yeah, I'd gone by 'Ms.' before but it's a bit too close to 'Miss' and the other honorific would be a better indicator I was off-limits. It had seemed to work for Lou at least.
There was a polite two-people applause and I walked on with the most self-important smile I could muster. Kim went on:
"Mrs. Silvers, on behalf of viewers everywhere I take great pleasure in presenting you with this award for ‘Outstanding Services to the Interested’."
She produced an elaborate lapel pin - which was really a memento from a musical contest Lex had been in ages ago - and grasped my jacket to put it in place. Kriss got up to record a closeup of the point going in, and at the moment it did I gave a jerk and went limp in Kim's arms. She'd instructed me on how to do it, but despite having practiced I fell from her grip on the first try. It kinda hurt a bit but hey, I can provide the occasional blooper too. The second attempt went better, and we shot two more just in case. That setup was enough to show I'd been punctured, but we naturally had to film a follow-up as well. My stand-in was on stand-by, but we'd put off preparing her in case the rest would look too lousy to use. Since it seemed to work okay Kriss picked up the inflatable copy of me and went over to Alex.
"This is technically my job but I thought you might want to do the honors."
"My pleasure", Lex said and accepted the limp lady,
She blew up the naked shape with such respectful tenderness I got more than a little envious of my effigy. It would probably feel real good being inflated that way. Lexi's steady puffs filled her up in no time and I'd barely gotten out of my clothes before she was done. Then I dressed the doll in the same and put it in Kim's waiting hands. A modified, widened adapter went into its valve to speed up the deflation a bit, but we'd only use the final moments anyway.
As the collapsing figure folded and fell the head flopped down facing the camera, which wouldn't do - the face was too artificial and the smile didn't fit the situation. A retake was needed and Kriss lifted the drooping garments.
"My turn to blow."
The reinflation was swift and professional but didn't exactly help my jealousy. The scene repeated and this time Kim managed to tilt the prop just right for a working angle. She stared at it in bewilderment and disbelief while the last of the air hissed out, the local audience looking at least as surprised.
Kimber turned towards the viewers and shattered the fourth wall.
"Oh no", she exclaimed. "I popped my Cherry."
The episode would end at this point, but the comments would be easy to anticipate so we shot a continuation for the members at once, running a thin hose under the doll's clothes and out through a buttonhole in the blouse. Then everyone assumed their previous positions and Kriss made an observation, raising a theatrical finger.
"There's only one thing to do - you’ve got to blow her back up at once!"
Kim nodded urgently and drew a regular adapter from her pocket, stuck it into the unseen tube and began to blow frantically into it. The suit slowly filled out along with the inflatable and when the lolling head started to rise it was time for a change. First a closeup of the blonde's face huffing away, delivering a few puffy-cheeked breaths with evident concern. Then I got my outfit back and stood with bent knees and chin to chest while Kim blew against it through her contraption, straightening out in time with her exhales. She removed the adapter once I was rigid and carefully shook me awake.
"There! Sorry about that, Cherry - it was only meant as a tribute."
"That's all right", I said. "I got the point."
Having filled the bad pun quota we called it quits and tidied the props away before changing back into more casual outfits. Since the small tables were already set we took the opportunity to have dinner at those, but in what pairings and where it went from there I'll keep to myself. Can't go into details all the time.
One thing remained and was absolutely essential - a good sound effect. They were after all one of Mr. Martin's trademarks and messing it up would be a major fail. So Kriss headed into the studio with a literal double armful of inflatables to blow and squeeze in various ways for effect. Later on she called in Lexi for opinions and assistance, and I can only imagine what transpired in there.
Eventually they proudly presented the results and I was kinda impressed - while they hadn't managed to exactly replicate the original 'POFFISSS', what they had come up with wasn't far off. At any rate it was pretty much how I'd expect such an accident would sound. Edited into place it was almost too natural - if one could call it that - but pitching it up a bit made it comical enough.
As expected, loads of viewers worried about my future input and/or demanded Kim fix her mistake. They were reassured I was fine and told to check the members area for proof. We even got a few fresh recruits that way. Not a bad little extra, or as Kriss put it - popping the presenter will never not be funny. I agreed treating Kimber and me as balloons or inflatables whenever circumstances allowed for it wouldn't be totally amiss, though I wasn't as sure about the photo we'd gotten from the guy who'd repainted his love doll to look like Kim. Granted, I was party to doing exactly the same, but he was a stranger. And the doll was made for pretty intimate use. And had much bigger boobs than the original.
Kim herself was both amused and flattered, which is what counts, I guess.
"All that effort for something everyone else would do with a hand!"
And being a consummate tease, she didn't just ignore it like she did with most lewd messages but wrote back it was a good job and she hoped he made sure to make the doll wear a tie for special occasions. She hadn't herself for a couple of weeks, taking the new 'every third show at most' guideline to heart, but the next ep would probably call for one. Since we'd just passed All Fool's Day Kim suggested we could do a feature on clowns and I thought what the hell. Can't keep putting an entire profession down on general principle. Besides, they had a kind of connection with balloons.
So I spent an informative evening making a script while the others gathered props. As luck would have it there were a couple of doll balloons with clown prints around - not the biggest or best, but still. And the bop bag Kriss had bought would finally fill a function. Colorful eleven-inchers on sticks would fill out the rest, so the only real problem was for Kim to think up a look. I specifically told her not to overdo it.
When the time to film arrived she didn't disappoint. Taking a cue from Kriss' conductor hairstyle she'd reversed it by pulling most of her mop back but collected it in a cute little poof at the top before letting it vanish down the back. There was enough left to frame her face and show there was plenty to go around. Her face wasn't smeared with white like I'd feared but had red, mirrored markings on both sides framed by thin black borders. They curved up over her cheeks and ended in points crossing the eyebrows, giving a certain impression of horns. It was a slightly evil look, turned mischievous by the perfectly round marking at the tip of her nose. She'd painted and outlined her lips in the same way and the result was a clearly recognizable Kimber who still left no doubt of what she was made up to be. If there was any doubt about the clown part the striped top with balloon sleeves helped dispel them. The lack of colors brought mimes to mind and the wide neck opening came to a rounded point in the middle, leaving plenty room for the dark red bow tie with small polka dots. Strangely enough it was the least buffoonish piece of the ensemble since she'd gone for a stylish one as usual. Below the waist she wore purple dhoti pants and a pair of sequined black flats. She could probably earn a dime or two busking like that.
To prepare the studio she blew up one balloon after the other, making exaggerated inhales and screwing up her face comically as she expelled the air into the rubber. She made a point of looking straight into the camera to bring the audience into the act and when the third balloon popped in her face she appeared incredibly surprised. I'd never thought of how well clowning would suit her, but it did - all that dancing has given her a remarkable body language she put to good use here. It was both funny and a little bit sexy and in spite of myself I found myself getting excited by the performance.
After blowing up and arranging ten colorful balloons in two bouquets Kim tackled the big green one, bending forward to the point of crouching with every enormous puff. A clown blowing up another clown would be just the type of thing to fit into a real act - if such a thing had been possible. Kimber inflating a rubber colleague was a more than acceptable substitute though, being amusing and appealing alike.
She wiped her brow before tying it off and started on the vinyl variety. For a change she inflated it the normal way, as if to show she still could. She did punch it square in the face after filling it up though, and nodded approvingly when it bounced back into place. I shut off the camera and congratulated her on a job well done. Then I gave her a good tickle and giggled while I lovingly blew into her ears to put her in a happy mood for the shoot. The huge smile on her face was a good indicator.
"Here we are again! Welcome to another episode of 'On the Air'. Today I'll be talking about investment bankers" - she shook her head - "no, wait, clowns."
I just wanted something that sounded serious. Wouldn’t do to call those people clowns. Or would it?
"Clowns have been around for a long time according to records dating at least as far back as ancient Egypt, China, Greece and Rome. They were of course a bit different in those days but their role was similar - mocking social norms by defying them. Some were even priests, but entertainers and court jesters were more common. It was even a thing in many less civilized cultures which shows people seem to have a need for that kind of taboo breaking."
You have to take less civilized as meaning “not having cities”. I’m not so sure about general behavior differing much.
"In fact, doing harmless but forbidden things is one of the basics of comedy - think about how much kids can laugh at using naughty words, and let's not forget how amusing farts are because you're supposed to hold 'em in. Hence the whoopie cushion - a prank that'll never get old!"
She took one out, blew it up and put it under her ass. There was a muffled parp and Kimber's mouth turned into a surprised 'O' while her eyebrows went up.
"Oops! Excuse me! And if you just cracked a smile you're in good company - your distant ancestors enjoyed it too. The world's oldest recorded joke is from 1900 BC - 'Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap.' Yeah, they talked a bit funny in old Sumeria. But it's still not the done thing - and you never heard anyone breaking wind in a movie before 1973, when 'Blazing Saddles' made up for lost time."
Well, at least it thoroughly broke that barrier.
"But flatulence aside, comedy is important enough for people to have made a living out of it for a long time. And it wasn't just men doing it - a female jester was documented as owning land in the eleventh century. But it remains a male-dominated profession."
Like so many others. But making fun of ladies have long been a no-no, and they doing it themselves even worse. At least in bygone days.
"Today, clowns may be the closest thing we have to the jesters and buffoons of old. But we often see them as something completely separate, which may be because of their typical attributes. So when did clowns get the look we know today? It was because of Joseph Grimaldi, who around the year 1800 played the role of the clown in an English 'harlequinade', which was a slapstick adaption of the Italian 'commedia dell'arte' where set archetypes get up to shenanigans. The main character Harlequin was often a jester himself, a trickster in motley checked clothes, while the clown was more of a stupid bum, an oafish country clod. In fact, the world 'clown' is thought to come from an older version of 'clumsy'.
“Anyway, Grimaldi was so popular in the part that it became the dominant funnyman of the formula, taking over the trickster role while Harlequin turned broody and romantic. Other performers copied his antics and the whiteface makeup he'd thought up, and that was the birth of the modern clown. The original was still the most popular, and clowns in general became known as 'Joeys' after him. A more modern synonym from a particular clown would be 'Bozo'.”
Well, Bozo is a character and not a single performer, but you get the idea.
“From there clowns began to appear in other forms of stage entertainment, sometimes to entertain the crowd between more serious pieces. The modern circus developed at the same time and clowns were perfect fillers. Around 1870 Tom Belling invented the part of the ‘red clown’ whose role was to be a foil to the more serious ‘white clown’ and it’s still a popular combo. The red clown became the template for what we usual think of when we hear the word ‘clown’, but their appearances aren’t as random as they may appear. If you’re going into clowning you might want a distinctive look of your own, and new members of ‘Clowns International’ submit photos of their makeup and get it painted on ceramic eggs that’s kept for reference. It’s not a legally binding copyright, more of registration or statement. The clown community generally doesn’t make a big deal of similar faces - though it might help to see what’s already taken!”
A good idea in all creative enterprises.
Kimber lit up and went into children’s show host mode. “If you like, you can try it at home!”
She lifted a plastic bowl into sight and took an egg from it. “First you take an egg and a pin. Poke a hole at the top and a bigger one at the bottom. Puncture the yolk while you’re at it.”
She demonstrated.
“Then blow as hard as you ever can into the small one! And make sure there’s something to catch the contents.”
She held the egg over the hole, inhaled shrilly and blew into the egg with full force. Her eyes went huge as she stared straight at the camera and what could be seen of her cheeks beneath the paint turned a shade of red. The insides of the egg were soon outside, spurting out in a steady stream. After last year’s takes it was good to see her blow one out properly. And that was as close as we would get to an Easter episode this time around. Kim shook the egg and put the bowl away, replacing it with a pack of markers.
“Then you can draw whatever you like on it.”
Focusing intently with the tip of her tongue sticking out she proceeded to make a decent copy of what she’d already painted on her face. It wasn’t a masterpiece - in fact it looked pretty ridic - but you could see what it was supposed to be.
“There! Whaddya think?” she asked, beaming at the audience. Then she tossed the egg over her shoulder, an improvisation I would have to fix in post by covering the cracking noise with the sound of breaking glass.
“Anyway, while circuses might be their traditional haunt, nowadays you usually find clowns at birthday parties or in hospitals. Not because they’ve been assaulted, but to cheer up sick children. A nice idea, but what about the ones scared of clowns? It’s pretty common - after all, they look pretty outlandish and can be brash and loud - and even adults can be frightened by them. It’s called coulrophobia, and a famous example isTim Curry - who played the killer clown in ‘It’ and couldn’t stand looking at mirrors on set! I’m pretty sure he passed that fear on to more than one viewer.”
That’s actually kinda funny too, if you happen to like irony.
"Modern clowns are also associated with balloons, either by being fun and colorful or through twisting figures for partygoers. Let's see if I can make one of those!"
She took out a yellow loon and pretended to have problems blowing it up, then drew a deep gasp and inflated it all at once. But knotting it proved too tricky and it slipped her grip to shoot straight out of frame. I would simply have to add a 'fwee!' sound at that point.
"Shucks", Kim said. "I promise to do better in the members' section."
The show was drawing to a close and Kimber said she didn’t really have much to add.
“Would you like to see me turn into a scary clown? Watch this!”
She pulled up a magenta balloon and dangled it in front of her with a devilish smirk, waggling her eyebrows in a suggestive way. You just knew that loon was in trouble, yet couldn’t help hoping for it to happen.
"I think I'll blow up this balloon", she announced. "Shall I?"
With that she put in a playful breath, but the devious expression stayed on. The sideways glance during the second puff made me realize she was about to act like a dominatrix would towards a tied-up victim with a fear of both clowns and balloons.
I wasn't far off. Though the inflation was lighthearted, there was a menacing undertone to the she looked at the loon, as if its fate was already sealed. She paused between breaths to laugh at how large the sphere was getting, and while it might seem like she was only blowing it up for fun the glares she kept shooting the camera clearly said "It's gonna pop! It's gonna pop! I'm gonna pop it!"
I should be immune by now but her demeanor and attitude actually made me anxious. I felt sorry for any real phobics and hoped they had the willpower to look away. But it would be hard.
The dark pink balloon grew a shade brighter as it reached full size and when the neck filled up Kim just about cackled with glee. She blew it bigger…and bigger…and BANG!
The laugh was as sudden and loud as the explosion, and with an evil grin Kim flicked the torn neck towards the viewers.
"Hope that won't stop you from a like and subscribe! Bye now!"
With a wave she signed off and got some twisters out to do what she'd mentioned in passing. Turned out Kimber the clown had no problems with either blowing up or tying the balloons she chose for the performance, making a pink dog, a green dino, a yellow and white hat and, just to show off, one of those swords from the birthday party. That had do for a skill demonstration, and she gave another wave to signal the end.
"Where do you find all this stuff, Cheryl? No way you got all that in one place."
I never did, but this was a bit more of a mix than usual.
"Well, I am an award-winning author." Lex had told me to keep the pin since hadn't ever worn it herself, but I did now and not without pride.
"So how did I do? Funny enough, scary enough, both or neither?"
I grinned. "Sexy enough, and that's enough."
Kim grinned back. "None of the Angels had ever fucked a clown. Wanna beat them to it?"
I had no idea how or why she knew, but if they'd passed up on any as tasty as Kim it was their loss.
"Try to stop me."
I kissed her with more enthusiasm than I'd ever thought I'd feel for that look, and when she broke off it was only to grab a fresh twister from the table. She blew it up with a single, meaningful breath and shaped it into the penis she'd refrained to do for the camera.
"Blue balls", she said as the latex had the right color. "What to do about that…?"
"Most owners would want to stick it in", I suggested.
"What a novel idea."
Getting crazy seemed to be a theme for the week, depending on how you define it. In any case I got one hell of a head start on the Angels and loved every second.
The rest of the day was blissfully boring without anything of note really happening. Though I can't say the same for the evening. I'd finished some webmaster duties and thought I might get some reading in before getting ready for bed, and went to fetch my tablet on the nightstand. But I could almost feel my jaw hitting the floor on entering the room.
Discovering a surprise Bowser had nothing on this. What simply had to be Kriss was standing in front of me, but it was hard to tell with the preposterous getup. Starting from the top, an ill-fitting red bowler with a yellow plastic flower sticking straight up. A curly rainbow wig. An incredible amount of greasepaint in the stereotypic style, including a false red nose. A wide collar of wavy cloth in three layers over an enormous yellow shirt with three pom-poms in lieu of buttons. I say enormous because it covered a girth that could only have been accomplished with at least twenty-four inches of inflated latex. The striped pants were just as wide and held up by suspenders, and a pair of comically oversized shoes stuck out from under them. As she brought her hands into view I had time to see they were covered with loose white gloves, and that one of them was holding what appeared to be a cream pie. Which was thrown straight at my face from just a couple of feet away. There was only time for a single thought before the impact - that my wife had either gone crazy from cabin fever or developed a death wish. Then there was a smack and a frankly overdone laugh.
This will be a mercy kill.
I wiped the shaving cream away and found no blunt instruments within reach, so I settled for my lapel pin and burst her belly. The fabric fell down and made the apparition even more horrific. I snatched the wig away along with the hat and there below all the paint was my Krissie, looking guilty, contrite and pleased at the same time. The strange yet familiar face was so desirable I figured there might be something to that 'love me the most when I deserve it the least' thing. My anger transformed into passion and I knew ravishing her was the only option. Yanking the oversized clothes off was quick work and the naked body below was just as I remembered it. I remembered what to do as well and let her have every last ounce of energy left in me, exerting myself to the limits trying to please and be pleased. Kriss did her all to keep up, clutching me tight while grinding and thrusting right back, sending my pulse and efforts into overdrive. It was one of those mindless, mindblowing fucks where nothing seems real except the warmth and the ecstasy, and simply coming did nothing to soothe me. I let her lick me into a frenzy to recover my drive and ran her through round two, grunting and panting and probably looking as much a wreck as she did. It was amazing, though.
Eventually we lay back holding hands, just smiling at each other. That I could still want for someone wearing that makeup only proved how much in love I had to be. Kriss broke into a fit of giggles.
"You should have seen your face!"
I snorted. "You should see yours."
"Gods, I love you so fucking much! For not getting mad. I wanna play dressup and fool around too…"
There was genuine wistfulness there. "Are you…jealous?"
"A bit maybe. Yeah", she admitted.
"Then why did you stop borrowing her outfits? I loved that."
Kriss looked sheepish. "You only did those stupid superheroines and I'm already Power Crystal."
She sorta had a point. There'd been a drop in the masquerading for sure.
"Well, as you just proved you're more than capable of thinking up your own. And I'd love that even more than the hand-me-downs."
"I'll tell you Power Crystal's weakness so you can have your way with her. She goes weak in the presence of pumps."
Brains fucked out or not, some creativeness remained. "Bet Lady Compressor would love to stick a hose up her ass and fill her 'til she pops."
"To the bursting point", Kriss corrected. "That's where Wonder Kimber saves the day."
"Sounds like you speak from experience."
"Oh yes, we may look like rivals but we have each other's backs. And our arms around each other's backs."
"Well, duh."
"Next year I wanna pop", she said matter-of-factly.
I took it in stride. My life's kinda weird. "Got any ideas?"
"I play a really high note on the trumpet, I mean, blow until my face goes red, and then - blammo!"
"Blammo? Nevermind. That could actually be fun if it's the end of a real, serious piece. Not just tooot - pop."
She beamed. "Brilliant, Chel! I'll start writing tomorrow!"
"At the earliest. Because right now you need to wash."
Getting her true face back was a relief and I had to kiss it all over just to make sure it was like it should. Then we went to bed as if nothing had happened and when I got up the next morning there wasn't a trace of the encounter. But if Kriss thought I'd simply forget about it she was dead wrong. Two weeks later I pied her out of nowhere to get some satisfaction. And boy, did I get some satisfaction.
To my utter surprise the clown look was a massive success. Guess it is a thing. I'd never expected it to lead to an upshoot in lewd letters, but there were several including a fella who described how it had made him "jerk and jerk and jerk". Well, every circus needs an organ grinder. And as expected there was a deluge of requests to hire Kim for parties, which we could turn down with a clear conscience due to the state of society.
"Maybe we should do a double act", Kim said. "You can be the white clown."
"Nope. No way. We're not a circus. If you can think up ten funny dual-clown situations where you blow up a balloon I might consider it."
I underestimated her memory and determination and had reason to regret those words come November, but let's forget that for now. I'd rather forget it altogether.
Also, a grand total of four people acknowledged the Don Martin reference, one even suggesting Nurse Kimber could show his method for removing splinters - or play a hitchhiker making good on the promise of 'California or bust' as envisioned by the artist. I wish I had his imagination - making gags for decades while I already struggled. Then again, he had more subjects to choose from and there's only so many puns you can make on 'air'.
Life's unfair.
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