As you walk toward the colorful circus tent, a voice rings through the air. "Hey there, loser!" the cheerful, mocking voice booms. "You gonna pay to get in, or are you a deadbeat?"

You look in the direction of the voice and see a smirking teenage clown girl. She wears a ruffled red blouse with colorful polka dots and a lacy yellow collar, as well as a gauzy rainbow skirt held up with yellow suspenders. A puffy, frizzy magenta wig sits on top of her head, mounted by a yellow hairbow covered in colorful polka dots. She doesn't have much makeup on, but she's wearing a round, red clown nose.

"Well, are you paying to come in?" the clown girl smirks. "This circus ain't no charity. The boss sent me to keep an eye on the ticket line and catch any cheats, and, to be honest, you look like a bum to me. Sorry, not sorry." She giggles. "My name's Silly Sally by the way. Nice to meetcha." Silly Sally gives you a cocky (but still friendly) smile. It suddenly falters. "Crap, I forgot to put on my joy buzzer! Oh well, I'm still a hoot without it. So, how does it feel to meet a real clown?"