Oh, Jedi Spaccarelli! Who knew, in those salad days of sixth grade, that she would be able to cry on cue? "Feel many leads, I do, in Jedi Spaccarelli's future," Yoda said, enjoying the glitter of a real tear on her cheek. "Learn well, the young one has. Proud, of her growth, she should be." Here's how she got there . . .
While many of her peers were busy doing other things, Yoda noted Allie's commitment to acting in the background of Tinsel without a defined role. He decided she deserved more. Why not a clown? A melodramatic mime? Doesn't every farce need one? But did she have issues, he asked? Well . . . not exactly . . . but . . . maybe a little. And with that fearful commitment, a clown was born.
After contacting a professional clown to instruct Jedi Spaccarelli in make-up and movement, Yoda announced the exciting news to the Broadway Knights. "There's really such a thing as a clown college?" Jedi Rogers asked, excited. "Forget about college. I want to go there!"
"Have a feeling, I do, that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, my neck, is going to break!" Yoda exclaimed. And so it goes.
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