The circus.

A short story by Samworrallnovel. In this episode, Harris and Franks go to the circus in the hope of finding some fun. They end up being clowns, and having to dress up as women. We join them as they are in there local bar, the Old barn Inn. Just to clear up, this is set in about the 1930's, just to let you know. Enjoy!


'Boring', said Frank, morosely. 'There's nothing to do around here.

'I know what you mean Frank, me lad, I know what you mean', replied Harris, staring at the ground unblinking. 'Pull put the list, Frank, lets see what's left. Frank pulled out a sheet of crumpled up paper from his back pocket, and began to read aloud.

'Apologised to Mr. Jennkins for wearing his clothes when we thought he was dead'?

'Check', said Harris back to him.

'Apologised to Mrs Wilson for running over her dog'? Said Frank again.

'Check'.

'Been to the circus'?

'Chec'¦, say that again'? Said Harris, wondering about what he just said.

'Been to the circus'? Said Frank again.

'Why did you add that'? Said Harris quite loudly

'You know, when we ran over John's dog, I thought we might have had to run away to the circus, so I added it', said Frank, also quite loudly, making the whole pub turned round in distaste. Frank waved at them all politely, and carried on.

'Well that's it, we'll go to the circus, where's the nearest one'? Exclaimed Harris loudly.

Frank pulled out another long list that draped all the way down to the floor. He began to read the names and places of circuses across the whole of the north. Harris stopped him.

'Why have you got that'? He asked.

'Well, we've annoyed so many people, I figure, if I have more circuses to run away to, then they'll be less chance of catching me, won't there'.

Harris clapped his head in his hands. 'Where did you say that first circus was?

'Just down the road from here, actually. So are we going or what'? Replied Frank

'Oh yes my friend, we're going alright', said Harris in a sinister voice. And so off they toddled down the road to the circus. When they got there, it was jam packed, with people they new right across town.

'Oh hiya, Mrs. Wilson'¦ How's the dog'? Asked Frank. She scowled at him and walked off.

'Well that's nice to know', he called after her.

'Quit messing around, I'm looking for someone, tell me if you spot him. He's about 6ft high, dark hair, brown eyes, you'll know his when you see him', said Harris to Frank.

Harris and Frank looked around for this 'man', but got interrupted by a woman tapping them on the shoulder.

'Oh good you made it', she said happily. 'Now, where almost ready for you, but not quite yet.

'Made it for what'? Asked Harris.

'The show of course, you are the judges for the dog show, aren't you'? Asked the lady again

Harris and Frank looked at each other. They hated dogs, and would kick one if they ever saw it. The looked at each other, and ran away. The women followed in pursuit.

'Come back, wait', she yelled at them. Harris and Frank dodged inside a tent full of dressing up clothes.

'Quick, shove these on', said Frank in a whisper.

'But there women's clothes, I can't do that'! Exclaimed Frank loudly.

'Shhhhhhh, she'll here you. Now just hurry up and get them on', said Harris in a whisper whilst shouting.

Two horrible looking ladies walked out of the tent in which two men entered. Frank wore a green cardigan and skirt, whilst wearing a brown wig. Harris emerged wearing a pink dress, with a gold jumper on. They looked a right sight!

They walked fast, making for the exit, but the women of doom stopped them in there tracks. Frank and Harris had been cornered.

'Have you seen two Beefy looking men, one wearing blue, and the other black', she asked the fake women.

The 'women', shook there heads and tried to dodge round her, but she blocked them in there path.

'And where are you going'? She asked with a stern tone about her voice. 'You have a jam contest to judge, and you promised you would do it, you said to me 'Yes, I'll be more than happy to judge the jam making contest for you, I love jams you said, yes, that's what you said'.

Frank and Harris turned pale, they hated jams, almost as much as dogs, but the had to follow, the couldn't refuse. The lady lead them down a narrow passage to a small side stall behind a tent.

'Here we are', she said with a brisk step in her voice. 'Well go on, what are you waiting for'.

Harris and Frank looked at each other, and then both took a spoon full. They faces turned a whiter shade of pale, and there ears went red to the tips (it had that effect on them). They swallowed and quickly said in a ladies voice.

'Yes defiantly this one'.

'But you haven't tried any of the others yet', said the lady.

'Nope'¦..Defiantly this one', Frank and Harris said to each other.

'I refuse to let you do this'. They didn't let her finish.

Frank and Harris didn't care anymore. They dropped everything, and ran. There wigs fell off in this process.

'I was going to say without payment', she called after the, but they where already out of the exit, and heading for home.

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