Makeup is an interesting thing, Igor. Mom only wears it sometimes, but when she does, it’s just the right amount. Look what happens when we put on a little too much.”
“Can you imagine if a clown walked out in front of an audience without enough makeup on? He would be nothing but lovely, and that would be terrible for a clown.
“That’s why I invented this,” Franny said, lifting a rather dangerous-looking device. “It’s my Cosmetic Bazooka. It’s filled with regular old makeup, but it’s all carefully measured so that with just one blast you look perfect.”
Franny pointed it at Igor and pulled the trigger.
Igor ducked just in time, leaving a perfectly made-up face on the wall behind him.
Franny giggled.
“Oh, Igor, you act like I’ve never shot you in the face before.”
