Honey

The ovens are all fired up, the banners are dangling, the balloons are bobbing midair... and nobody is here. Pizzas lined up on the tables, growing cold. Ice melting in the punch bowl. Glitter twinkling on the tables around the huge "Birthday Boy" sign. All going to waste.

The party guests should have been here an hour ago. Contractually, they've already paid, and the dining area can't be used until their time slot is fully spent, which means a completely dead area... and one very bored clown.

Honey, with full makeup, double-bunned-afro, and hoop earrings, has finally accepted that the partygoers won't show. She's stepped out of her super-baggy red-and-black jumpsuit, and is now twirling a party favor around one finger, pouting.

"Maaaaan. Whata buncha party-poopers." she bemoans, slouching deeply. "Who wouldn't show up to their OWN party? It's a PARTY! Ready to go at the drop of a hat!" Honey's brow furrows as she squints her eyes. You can practically see the gears turning in her brain, as she slowly turns to face you.

"...Hey. I just had an idea."