Flappy T. Clown, birth name of, Flapparoo Mcgoofball, Dingbat Thelonious Clown the 4th. Of course, he later shortened his name for “show biz.” He realized this was the best idea, after almost going bankrupt trying to pay for business cards big enough to include his entire name. Flappy was born, on the Iddletem side of Bishwish. If you are looking on your map, Bishwish is three blocks North East of Sillonious Lane. It was an old home made in the early 1940s. It had antique fish binding walls, and slippery banana peel flooring. Right across the street, was,"Fun Guses Humorous Nic Nacs, Novelties, Tackle, Bait, & Gun Shop".
He was a pretty normal baby, doing the usual things; eating sleeping, screaming, and pooping.
As Flappy got older, he developed a peculiar fondness for people’s heads. He was always looking at them. He got older, (as kids often do), and began getting books about peoples heads, and what was inside them. This lead to a fascination with the brain. Throughout Junior High, he began to plan his future, of becoming a brain surgeon. This was a severe disappointment to his parents, Tee Otally Bonkers, and Lemon Muffin. They were graduates from the “ole school”, Dingaling and Sons Clown College. They could not believe their son wanted to pursue this, “brainy thing.” Where had they gone wrong? They had failed as parents. Had they not applied the clown teachings, and makeup at an early age? He was well schooled in the silly walk, falling down, and the proper handling of the pies in the face. No way was any son of theirs, going to become a brain surgeon! He was going to graduate Clown College with honers. Their precious Flapparoo Mcgoofball was going to make people happy, by spreading laughter throughout the universe. Flappy wanted to make his parents proud. He decided to give it a try. When he started applying the clown teachings, he discovered he actually enjoyed it! He thought to himself, “Hey, wait a rubber clown nose picken minute. I can still help heal peoples brains! When they are feeling sad, and unhappy, I can make them feel joyful and happy; then their brains and heads will feel better!” Flappy began studying everything, he could related to laughter. He watched all the comedians from the silent era, to present day. He studied carefully, how they moved, even their facial expressions. How did they construct a joke or a funny thought? How did they build a whole comedy routine? Well, needless to say, all his hard work paid off. He did his parents proud. He graduated at the top of his class, with a B.S. in B. S., and a Masters in Tomfoolery, from Silly U. He got a PhD in Slapschtickcannery, at the Goofonious Institute of Clownollogy, in Zany Falls Texas. It is documented, that Flappy T. Clown, is certifiably silly.
* He graduated at the, “top of his class”; however I must note here, that it did not last long. One of the clowns had greasy hair, and he slipped! He fell off his class, and landed with a loud thud, and a high pitched girlie scream. He has been “unbalanced” ever since!