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Timmy and Jane had a plan so grand,

With a twist of rope and a sleight of hand.

They’d heard of a clown, all sneaky and sly,

Who crept through the night with a murderous eye.

“He’s bad,” said Jane, “He’s wicked and mean,

But we’ll trap him tonight where he won’t be seen.”

Timmy agreed, with a nod and a grin,

“We’ll lure him right in, let the fun begin!”

They baited their trap with a balloon so red,

And waited for the clown, with his twisted head.

He came with a cackle, a gleam in his eye,

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But Timmy and Jane, they were ready to try.

With a flick of the net, they caught the fiend fast,

Tied him with string, the clown’s laugh was his last.

“Now,” whispered Timmy, “we’ve got what we need,

Let’s call the Old One and watch him feed!”

They drew in the dirt a strange, squiggly line,

And chanted from pages worn thin by time.

From the deep below, came a rumble so grim—

The sound of Cthulhu, rising for them.

With tentacles curling and eyes full of dread,

The Great Old One rose from the darkness ahead.

He scooped up the clown, no screams to be found,

Just a gulp and a slurp—then silence all 'round.

Timmy and Jane gave each other a glance,

"That’s what you get for murder and chance."

And as the stars twinkled, they skipped on their way,

Leaving Cthulhu to feast 'til the break of day.