The man put his clown suit on.  He heard one of the guards at the desk spit his coffee out from laughing so hard.  Jerry looked up and the correctional officers  all turned their heads at once.  
 Jerry looked around and noticed his size 13 red clown shoes were missing.
 "Hey, can someone tell me where my clown shoes are?"  A young officer headed towards him.
 "Sure, what do they look like, can you describe them?"  Jerry rolled his eyes.
 "Listen Officer Mungus, I have a party to get to later today.  I need my clown shoes."  The officer nodded his head trying his best not to laugh.  He walked into the storage room for inmates.
 "Your last name?"
 "Colon.  No semi, just Colon."
 "Ah, they forgot one more bag,"  he walked up to Jerry.  "Let's see,"  he turned the paper bag upside down and a dozen balls fell out.  "I take it you're a great jugglar?" 
 "Yeah, maybe I am.  I suppose your first name is Hugh!  Thanks a lot Hugh Mungus!"

That's how I write. If it's wrong I'm fucked