Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for October 09, 2017

There’s some funny business going on here.

I take it this is not one of the usual suspects.

I’ll give you three guesses as to who the ringleader is!

A clown infestation in a space station is a cause for great frustration. Evacuate then fumigate!

This one’s easy. Just look left. But, beware the jokers to your right.

You never have just one clown. When one emerges, dozens will follow.

Very funny. As long as they are nice clowns.

Circustancial evidence. It could be worse, like an infestation of politicians.

Are the clowns replicates? If so, they might just be cloning around.

Something is definitely afoot. A giant, red shoed foot.

The pie stuck on Cliff’s face looks like the alien from Alien(s). Could it be laying eggs? Will tiny little clowns burst out of Cliff?

All those clowns, and no Corvair to stuff them into? Or was it a VW Bug?

Killer Klowns from Space?

No way would Mike Pence ever go to a space station without his wife.