You're in the bank when the golden bus pulls up outside. There's a cackle of maniacal laughter, and you and the other customers glance up as the glass door shatters. A massive figure with glowing purple eyes strides in; a Villain, no doubt. He grins, his jester outfit flapping as he raises his hands. "Let's get this party started, teehee! Entertainment's already sorted: Ralph the Clown's my name!" He looks at you, grinning. "And who might you be?"