Blair gasped as he approached the field. It was almost complete sensory overload as the circus came into view.
It wasn’t just the sight of the huge big top it was the smells of cotton candy and roasting nuts. The music which somehow managed to avoid being too corny and instead just right.
The whole circus was a heady mixture for the senses and as the spiky haired boy walked through the front entrance he felt an immediate wave of happiness and wonder.
Moving past jugglers and acrobats, Blair could hardly believe his eyes. The circus looked like it was straight out of every movie, every programme and every picture of circuses from time gone by. There were animals in cages that looked happy, strong and well fed. Clowns that seemed to bounce without any hint of malice or cynicism. Even the strong men were huge barrel-chested fellows with moustaches.
Blair could practically hear them announcing “bully” in approval to the things they liked.
The circus was busy too. People were crowded and ushered gently to view certain sights at just the right time to build excitement for the main event inside the red and white Big Top.
Blair tugged on the collar of his jacket, it was a dark red denim, and looked around for any chance for some mischief but he was almost being swept along with the tide of the crowd.
Stepping to one side Blair stood beside a cotton candy stall and watched as the seller rolled a multicoloured rainbow ball of sugar for a little girl, Blair was tempted to get one for himself, when he saw a group of clowns that were pranking some members of the crowd with joy-buzzers and Seltzer bottles.
Watching them for a second Blair reached into the back pocket of his tattered black jeans for some coins. The other good thing about this circus was that the prices for everything also seemed to be lost to an earlier time. Blair could have cotton candy and a soda without any dent in his allowance.
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Radio, in comparison, was pretty stingy with his allowance. Or so he thought. Each item he bought, he calculated in his head the cost and ended up figuring that so long as he didn't spend anymore he'd be fine. Cut to several bags of popcorn, three sodas, and an entire ear of cotton candy later and he was wondering why his pockets felt lighter than usual.
He practically pranced his way down the center of the crowd though. The atmosphere of the outside circus made things feel so much more lively and cool. He knew the big show was going to happen when people finally got to have fun with the animals but it was so easy to ignore all that when your cute little belly was stock full of goodies.
Radio swooned as the smell of cotton candy his his nose again. The young boy in his tiny jeans shorts and pink, cherry blossom themed shirt practically drifted on the wind of the smell on over to where he could get some more.
Unfortunately he gasped when his little button nose bashed into the backside of a familiar boy, causing him to flop on his butt and shake his head, instantly annoyed.
"Hey! Keep your big boy away from my cotton candy aroma!" Radio snapped at whoever it was he just rammed into. It was entirely his fault but still.
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Blair took a half step forward as some little tyke crashed into his backside.
“Try opening your eyes next...time...you you...!” He exclaimed realising who it was that was sat on his butt in front of him.
Frowning for a second a momentary muscle memory of padded pants and derpy dancing filled his head then Blair grinned down and changed his tone of voice and the volume.
“Oh dear, we have a little lost child here!” He called out. “He seems to be saying something about an accident?” Blair said before lifting his half full bag of popcorn and trying to stuff it over Radio’s head.
If this worked then it would leave his smaller rival powerless. And then Blair could have his revenge.
With a deliberate nudge of his hand he knocked a soda so that it splashed onto the ground in front of Radio. Blair then took a couple of steps back to try and melt into the crowd a little.
Hopefully this would be the start of Radio’s downfall once again.
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Radio, whose power was activated by locking eyes, merely stammered in momentary shock when he saw who it was before him. However, his face then shifted to that of delight when they stared directly into one another... right before the popcorn fell over his head!
"UAGH! HEY!" Radio snapped and stood up, hurriedly yanking the bowl off his brow before looking around. "Darnit! THAT jerk had to be here! Well, I'm gonna-WAAH!"
Radio tried to blast off after him based on where he smelled the stench of a jerk but slipped on the drink that was poured out on the ground and found himself flung in the air and landing hard into a trash can, eyes rolling in dizziness and confusion.
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Blair was delighted to see Radio smash into the trash can. Whilst his rival was seeing stars in the paper bag Blair grinned and grabbed some of the sticky pulled taffy from a vendor nearby.
“Here, hold this...” Blair said, trying to splat the bright pink goop against Radio’s hands.
Then Blair stretched out the sugary rope to a nearby balloon stall.
“I’m just at the end of this taffy. Come and get me Smelly Britches.” He shouted to Radio.
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Radio snarled as he finally, thankfully, managed to yank himself free of the garbage, whipping around with smoke pouring out his ears and his face red. He was going to demolish this guy so badly that he'd wish he'd been born Radio's puppy. At least then he wouldn't want to hurt him.
Radio, figuring the taffy was just food stuffs from the garbage, clenched his messy hands together and charged right where Blair said he was. "Famous last words! You're going to be picking my shoe leather out of your butt for a month! Maybe longer!"
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Blair grinned as Radio charged him. Whipping around suddenly he stuffed the nozzle from the balloon stall into the pink sticky goop around Radio’s hands and opened the valve fully.
“I don’t think so. But then I will have seen everything when I see a little dope fly!” He mocked with a sing-song voice and fluttering his hands as he mocked Radio.
The taffy should have formed up in a seal around Radio’s hands and with the gas quickly starting to lift him off the ground. ‘If it holds him’ Blair thought otherwise the pink sticky punk would barrel right into him.
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Radio's enraged little body was pretty fast. He was already upon Blair by the time the taffy enlarged and began to cast him off the ground! Radio, however, with anger in his veins, whipped his now dangling legs forward and bashed Blair in the face with both of his feet!
"Take that you... jerk! AAAAUGH! DAMMIT!" Radio screamed, flailing about as he floated off into the air, thanks to the taffy balloon around his hands. "AAAAH! LET ME DOOOOWWWWWNNNN!"
He was very scared now, not sure where he was floating off to or how he was going to get down.
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Blair took two sneakers to the face and immediately rolled back over the top of the head cylinder which was inflating Radio’s taffy balloon.
“Bah? Guh?” He said sitting up with cute looking stuff marks starting just below his spiky haired.
Then Blair heard a hissing sound. “Uh-oh...” was all he managed to say as he became aware of the nozzle of the gas swirling around beside him like an angry snake.
Looking up at Radio, Blair didn’t know if the sticky pink candy would knit itself together and further lift Radio into the air or if the hole would get bigger and the little runt would be shot around as the gas escaped.
Either way he would have to get up and move to get his next prank started.
Only as Blair stood up he came face to face with the annoyed looking Balloon Seller.
“You think you are funny?” Said the skinny man with the black moustache. “You are just a wild animal...” and with that he shoved Blair hard backstage towards the performers and their charges.
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Radio, meanwhile, was not doing so hot floating off the ground thanks to this taffy balloon that was being pumped full of more and more gas. The panicked kid starts to try and yank himself free, knowing that at this point, it'd be a long and painful way down regardless. He might as well do whatever could to make the descent as painless as possible.
However, the taffy balloon burst.
Radio's eyes got big and a dopey smile was plastered on his face in a manner that read, 'Oh shit. I'm doomed.'
Then the taffy deflated and began springing him all around the sky. Radio screamed his head off, eyes swirling as he flew about the sky before crash landing like a comet right down towards the backstage area where the performers were too, landing DIRECTLY on top of Blair when he was pushed behind there as well.
To say that this prank was only a half success would have been... accurate.
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Blair heard the whistling as Radio plummeted on top of him. He didn’t even have time to look up before the little runt splattered on top of him.
He felt the thick pink taffy splat against his cool red jacket driving his head into the ground.
When his head came up he had stars in his eyes and a big goofy grin on his face. He had a huge thicket of grass in his mouth as well, but Blair managed to shake his head.
‘I need to get his twerp off of me!’ He thought. With no other choice Blair had to take off his cool jacket revealing his Paw Patrol shirt as he rolled to his left.
“Yuck, aren’t you a sticky little dork? You need to clean yourself up!” Blair said, grabbing a seltzer bottle from a stand of clown supplies.
Shaking it hard Blair pointed it at where Radio had landed and without looking squeezed the handle.
A huge jet of fizzy water shot from the bottle knocking Blair onto his backside but he kept trying to aim for where he thought Radio would still be sitting.
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"Oooorguh....? Huh? Wha--BLURRRGLE!" Radio perked his head up, momentarily confused and wondering what the deal with all the loud chirping birdies back here was but got a face and mouth full of seltzer that blasted him back super hard and made him go PLOP right onto his fat, squishy butt.
His eyes crossed in confusion as the seltzer actually entered his mouth and caused him to inflate like a water balloon with his belly button showing. His cheeks were puffy and he blinked twice, momentarily shocked by what had just transpired.
Then a sandbag from the rafters of the stage fell due to being dislodged thanks to Radio's earlier crash landing. It fell and slammed hard onto Radio's plump gut, instantly making him shrink when the seltzer water sprayed out of his mouth and nose like a huge geyser, making a little rainbow to go with it.
The dazed and confused boy scrambled his arm to the side in a vain attempt to retaliate and his hand landed on any old random object he could find. It turned out to be a blueberry pie, freshly baked, and ready to be thrown into someone's face.
So that's exactly what Radio clumsily did. He tossed it right at Blair's wide open face.
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Blair had finally got control of the seltzer bottle. Just in time for it to run out in his hands.
He sat up just in time for the pie; tin and all to splat him in the face. It spun him over and over until he finally came to rest just beside some cages.
With a wobbling step he tried to stand up and lift his fists to ready to retaliate.
“Just try that again...” His voice quavered.
He had meant to sound intimidating but the words were undone by the feeling of his jeans dropping to the floor.
Blair bent over his stomach uncoordinatedly presenting the full view of his BMX underoos to the crowd.
Looking through his legs he saw what was in the cage.
“Uh-oh...”
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There was an angry growl echoing from inside the cage. Radio's eyes got big when he saw it and flopped onto his butt, a bit fearful of what was happening even though he wasn't the one currently in danger.
A huge gorilla leered at Blair, seemingly not very happy that Blair just shoved his undie clad butt in his face the way he did.
Secure or not, it didn't matter, because the cage bars tragically bent when the gorilla reached it's huge muscular arm through them and clenched it's entire fist around Blair's body, squeezing him like a squeaky toy!
He then yanked him inside and thus began a huge, thunderous fight cloud that saw shreds of Blair's clothes flinging about along with harsh animal noises and stars flinging from the cartoonish smoke.
Even though there was only a gorilla in there, Radio could have sworn he heard the screeching of a cat and the sound of glass breaking. It might have just been his imagination though.
Eventually, the gorilla stopped the beating and held the boy up, as if waiting for an apology or something.
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Blair’s eyes were still spinning in his head. The huge gorilla had him stripped down to his undies in a forceful way that a tornado strips the land.
He tried to blink and talk but on the first couple of tries it sounded more like birds twittering and cheeping. At the very least he sounded like a much smaller simian in the hands of this giant ape.
His wherewithal slowly returning, Blair knew that he couldn’t teleport out of the cage, he couldn’t carry the ape and his power would have tried to drag its massive frame with him, so he could only offer his hands up as an apology before something just outside the now bent bars caught his eyes.
Two things actually.
The first was a sign “Mangola the ape-sitting sensation” with a picture of the gorilla beside it. Only the gorilla was wearing a large shopkeeper's apron and was carrying a large paddle and standing over three comically diapered monkeys. Blair swallowed hard at the thought of being treated like a bratty monkey by an oversized hugely strong animal.
‘One that thinks my undies look enough like a baby diaper it didn’t take them off of me...!’ He frowned.
The second thing was much more useful. A large pile of bananas. Reaching out Blair grabbed as many as he could before throwing them above his head.
“Here you go...catch!”
The primate reacted quickly, first pinning Blair under its feet as it grabbed for the fruit. Luckily one of Blair’s throws sailed over the gorilla’s head so it took a half step as it was turning to catch the final fruity treat.
As it turned Blair felt the pressure pinning him down relaxed just enough.
Blair had a split second to pick a landing point and so he went to the most obvious thing he could see. The stage just inside the big top.
He teleported straight out of the cage and landed with a desperate thud on the floor of the stage of the tent. Turning he saw the angry gorilla jump as the lighting his power left behind crackled against its foot. Then he heard the angry shouts from the beast and he saw the huge paw start to stretch every further through the bent bars.
Hoping that everyone was distracted enough by the roars Blair took hold of a hook used to draw up equipment for the acrobats.
Aiming for Radio’s underwear he gave the hook a double tug to hopefully signal for it to be lifted. Blair then reached down for the little squirts shorts and tried to get the hook on before the strong safety wire started reeling away.
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Thanks to the lost fight against that bottle of seltzer and the dizziness Radio was still suffering from, Blair's little escapade out of the cage he was trapped it went barely noticed by Radio. Instead, the young lad tried to bend over and grab at one of the tossed bananas that had rolled out of the cage and made it before him.
Radio was entirely too slow, however. When he managed to grab it, he felt something slide into his soaked shorts and soggy underwear. Radio's eyes got big, knowing that something painful or embarrassing or both was about to happen to him.
He quickly tried to turn around in a vain attempt to lock eyes with Blair and give him some sort of hastily put together command. Nothing too in-depth. He couldn't afford to use up too much of his power with too many strong commands right now. Not with all this dangerous stuff around him and the bitch that is karma knocking about the place.
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Blair flashed Radio a winning smile as the hook snagged his underwear.
“What starts with W and ends with edgy, Drippy?” He asked, trying to cover his disheveled hair and demeanour with bravado.
The line whipped tight and the hook reeled Radio off to the rafters with a loud whir. Blair shouldn’t have been so confident staring straight at his rival like that, he knew that the kid’s powers came from them locking eyes but he just had to try and reassert his confidence.
Now with Radio shooting into the top of the big top Blair picked a trapeze platform and teleported next to him. Raising his hand to a ring above his head, Blair had to jump slightly to reach it, the spiky haired boy arced the ring straight towards Radio’s head hoping to string him up above the safety net.
Then Blair could have some real fun against Radio.
His timing was a little off however as down below the Ringmaster strode into the middle of the big top, cracked his whip and brought down the lights. The circus was just about to begin and now both Radio and Blair were going to be watched by the gathered crowd waiting in the stands for a show!
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Radio whined and cried as he flailed about from the wedgie. He had tears in his eyes as the pain was cutting into his buttocks but he also had a sniveling little sneer of delight at the edge of his voice.
He caught Blair's little mistake just in time and managed to lock eyes with him! He could give him a command at any time, he just had to wait for when he could activate his power and make him do something. He wasn't sure what though. With him so high up, he couldn't risk using up all his power still. It had to be something manageable but still humiliating.
Still, Radio's heart was beating fast as he realized the circus was starting below them and they were stuck way above the proceedings now. He looked around and saw the tight-rope and trapeze act stuff. He didn't dare dream of being any good at it... but if he could force Blair to give it a try then maybe...?
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Despite being in his immature undies and not much else Blair was feeling confident. Being able to teleport he has no real fear of heights and the platform was quite wide and there was the safety net below him.
He wasn’t sure if Radio could see it but if the little dork was too free himself from the hook he would end up dropping into the safest landing in the whole circus.
Blair watched to see if the ring he had sent the smaller kids' way was going to catch him before he began looking around for something else devious to use.
There were some costume pieces in the wings of the tent and Blair wondered if the extra large diapers for the monkey’s act would be there.
The picture has shown it standing in front of packages and they might have been real. If not some lovey ridiculous clown costume would definitely fit Radio and his annoying little britches.
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Radio, now with an idea in mind and completely unaware that Blair had one in mind too, chuckled right as the circular rope from the trapeze was looped around his body from being tossed by Blair earlier. That little thinking session had managed to make him a bit distracted.
Still, he was being suspended by two things now. One was giving him a wedgie and the other looked like he was being hogtied by Wonder Woman's lasso. What on Earth was next?
"I'll just wait and see what Blair does. Then I'll give him a command to try and stop it from happening...!" Radio muttered. He sweated a bit though. A part of him wondered if he'd be fast enough to give said command before Blair did... whatever he had in mind.
The circus act was already underway below them and the crowd was watching that. So far, the two kids way above them had gone unnoticed.
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Blair teleported down to the straw covered ground below him and immediately scurried out of sight of the Big Tops lights.
There were lots of clown costumes and pieces and more animal costumes and pieces but Blair was drawn to the large pile of “diaper packages” that were for the gorilla’s act.
Holding one up, Blair couldn’t believe it wasn’t fake. They weren’t even designed for animals and were instead a large brand of weird childish designs he had never seen before.
Unfortunately opening out one of the bulky diapers Blair noticed exactly why the gorilla hadn’t stripped him of his undies. The colours matched almost identically to the designs on his undies. Not the shapes but the colours.
Blair frowned but then starred back up at the little worm on the hook.
Then he laughed.
“Worm on a hook alright...” Blair’s grin got wider. “And I have a great big net.”
Teleporting to the very top of the big top Blair took hold of the safety catch supporting the ring he had just managed to tie Radio up in.
He then reeled the rope upwards before unclipping the catch and letting it fall towards the ground.
If this worked Radio would be swung like a pendulum. Giggling at his own cleverness Blair started to unreel the hook. It had reached down to the ground before. Letting it go down again he tried to make Radio splash into the safety net.
“And for my final trick...” Blair said standing in a pose much like the Ringmaster below him. He ripped open a package of the large diapers and let them fall towards the safety net so that Radio would either land in a pile of them or be buried under them.
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Radio really wasn't sure what was going on or what Blair was doing. The contraptions of this circus act and how they worked were really confusing him. He couldn't tell what was what or what was attached to what or how letting go of something made something else fall.
All he knew was that somehow he was out of the wedgie and tumbling his way down towards the ground.
Once the surprise of that fact wore off, he belted out a loud yelp before landing in the safety net. His little body was still heavier than the cascade of diapers that Blair had dropped so he smacked into it and was rained down by a ton of diapers soon after.
Radio groaned underneath them all before eventually rising out of the huge pile like a zombie, eyes darting every which way as though he were crazed but in reality he was just scared and confused.
Radio then gasped when he looked down and realized one of the diapers was on his waist, right over his shorts and underwear. With a flared up glare at Blair, he grinned and decided he knew what he wanted his command to be.
He activated his power and gave Blair a simple command. "Walk off the edge and miss the net!"
He wanted to see a Blair shaped hole in the ground. No mercy from Radio.
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Blair listened as the crowd reacted to the swinging and yelping Radio. He heard every “ooh” and “aaah” before the smaller kid landed with a decisive thump into the net.
For a moment there was silence. Then a few chuckles as the diapers bounced over him and then some laughter and rapturous applause as the little dork stood still dripping and now diapered.
“The circus should be paying me commission.” Blair said to the tent. “After all, look at the clown I’ve just provided them...”
It was at this point that Radio’s command shocked Blair in his frontal cortex.
And true to his word about providing the circus with a clown he stepped off of the highest point of the Big Top without a safety net.
Blair began to plummet faster and faster towards the ground face first. His arms flapped useless by his sides with a large snot bubble trailing from his nose and tears in his eyes from the speed of his fall.
Luckily for Blair at that point the circus was setting up for its next act. And so for the horses tricks a large pile of hay had been dumped and as he thumped into the cart it exploded in a huge crack sending hay and wood everywhere.
When the dust settled Blair was face first in the middle of the remains of the cart. He looked up with a huge dopey buck toothed grin on his face, his eyes were swirling from the fall and the spiky haired boy could barely even managed a pained “durrrrr” let alone tell anyone who he was or why he was ruining the show.
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It probably would have varied depending on who you asked whether or not these strange and now completely noticeable interruptions were ruining the show. After all, it wasn't often you saw a kid just drop from so high up like that without a net.
Radio was laughing his butt off, zipping out of the pool of diapers, with one around his shorts covered waist, and rushing over to Blair. He wanted to hurry and give him a new command.
With a lick of his lips he turned and saw the act where someone was to go through the hoops of fire after being shot out of a mini cannon. Radio grinned brightly and grabbed Blair by his cheeks, chuckling like an evil demon.
There was certainly no way his Mr. Karma and Mrs. Hubris were going to catch up with him now.
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Blair’s mouth was probably a grin of splintered boards and hay. His eyes were still loopy and even over the sound of the crowd and the circus music Radio would be able to hear the tweeting birds that were circling around his head.
As Radio lifted him the spiky haired boy would be noodle limbed and flail around like a sack of wet spaghetti as he was dragged towards the cannon.
Blair’s extra height and weight however did manage to make him look like a staggering extra which only seemed to draw the eye and the laughter to the diaper taped around Radio’s waist.
His wobbly arm rolled upwards as Radio hoisted him up and his uncontrolled fist flew up in the air above his head. As it came down with speed and force Blair was far too loopy to aim fir Radio’s head but as the boys were so close it was almost fifty fifty whose head it was going to bop.
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"Hehehe~!" Radio giggled like a mad-lad. He was intoxicated with the desire for dirty tactics. Now that he had Blair at his mercy, there was nothing stopping him from firing him out of this cannon and through the burning hoop. "Looks like little dumb loopy babies are what this cannon wants to eat. Guess we'd better feed it a little dumb loopy baby!"
He said, hoisting Blair towards the open end of the cannon right as Blair's loopy, flailing fist rocketed down towards him. Radio's eyes caught sight of the fist a mere split second before stars exploded in his field of vision!
All of a sudden, things went hazy. Everything swam as though he were under the ocean depths. He giggled stupidly with a tooth missing from his dumb smile before he dropped Blair and spun around with his finger raised.
"Imma wittle loopy baby~! Wook at me goooooo~!" Radio cheered for himself before sighing and falling right inside of the cannon, his diapered behind sticking out with his legs dangling over the sides.
He proved himself correct at least.
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Blair’s wherewithal had not yet returned. If it hadn’t been for his lucky flailing fist and Radio’s incredibly unlucky head the spiky haired boy definitely would have been stuffed into the cannon.
Being just that lucky Blair’s still warped mind caused him to march on jelly legs to the rest of the cannon. Holding his hand to his head in a looping salute Blair attempted to click his heels together to come to attention and fire the cannon.
His heels missed due to his spinning vision but as Blair slumped against the cannon he hit the fuse.
BOOM!
Blair launched the tiny twerp Radio across the tent. Through the ring of fire.
The sound of the cannon going off next to his head rattled Blair into a little bit of sense. Unlike Radio he could cover the distance to the landing point.
Using his teleportation powers Blair landed beside a water tub full of bubbles. He began to push it behind the paper screen Radio was hurtling towards.
“Ladies and Gentlemen feast your eyes!” He called as the tub just about arrived in position. “You are about to see the Spectacular Splashdown of a Slightly Singed Seriously Stinky Stupendous Sog-Monster!”
Blair pointed to the paper screen hoping to see Radio burst through, hair on fire, heading diaper first for the tub of water.
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Radio's eyes were spinning as the cannon firing practically rattled his brain about to the point where it was turning into soup. Still, he managed to remain conscious enough to be extremely embarrassed by what just transpired.
His big diapered butt went through the hoop and it made the crowd holler with excitement, then gasp in shock when his hair and the rest of his clothes caught fire!
It was okay though, he did indeed land butt first into the bubble bath, sending a torrent of sizzling smoke from it. The applause was palpable and loud.
Radio sobered up from his horrible experience rather quickly and shot out of the tube, scrambling about and gasping. The fire was out in his hair but it was shorted down to what looked like flat shag carpeting. Radio ran a hand through his hair, admiring how short it was. He was just grateful he didn't go bald. That would have sucked.
He then angrily whirled around to glare at Blair, face red. "YOU... YOU!" He snarled, putting his foot onto the ledge of the tube and showing off his bloated and sagging diaper. Radio heard the immediate laughing and looked down at himself.
Literally, the only thing that didn't burn away on his was that diaper. Even the bits of his pants that were inside the diaper had disappeared. He could still feel that he had on underwear underneath it but it didn't matter since the huge diaper was covering it.
Radio did the only thing he could do. He blushed and grinned sheepishly while covering himself. "Hehehe... t-ta-da?"
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Blair grinned.
“Now for the grand finale!” He shouted and took hold of the tub's edge.
Planting his feet Blair began to turn round on the spot, moving the tub around him like a hammer throw. Spinning the tub around and around and around he tried to keep Radio dizzy and using the momentum and weight of the water and the drenched dork he built up some speed before the spiky haired boy stopped suddenly.
Blair’s plan was for Radio and the water to be launched out of the circus altogether but he didn’t quite have the speed; and the smaller Radio didn’t have the weight; so instead the smaller boy was launched at a much lower height headfirst towards the windshield of a tiny clown car.
Blair laughed as he waited for the bonk and the squish which would signal that Radio had hit the car like a bug.
“I wonder how many clowns will be in there?” Blair wondered, hoping to see a whole posse leap out and tackle the pampered pipsqueak.
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Radio was not greeted with open arms when he slammed against the windshield of the clown car. His cross-eyed face and dopey smile were one thing but his tongue being out and pressed against the glass caused the front of it to get soaked in drool. The clowns were not happy.
Several of them came out of the car. It was insane how many of them were inside and it dragged on for so long. When they came out they plucked Radio off the windshield and began using their clown moves to demolish him.
He was beaten with animal balloons shaped like hammerhead sharks that made him even loopier. A mime came out and imagined a heavy anvil dropping onto Radio's head and the poor boy glanced up right before an invisible crushing weight made his body scrunch up and his teeth go crooked. He then got sprayed by the water from the sunflowers on all the clown's clothes before being forced to shake hands with them all and get electrocuted by the buzzer in his hand!
Radio was swaying about, eyes spinning, and unaware of what was happening or who he even was right now.
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Blair had watched most of Radio’s beat down with a huge smile on his face.
As Radio buzzed, zapped and wobbled in front of the crowd Blair had found a top hat and a long red coat unattended. Now with his undies mostly covered he teleported behind Radio.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. Now the baby is pulverised, tenderised and has tears in his eyes. It's time to send him off for a na...aaa...ap?”
Blair stopped and using his best acting skills he took a profound sniff at the smaller boys rear.
“Oh...oh no. We can’t let you sleep in that.” He stopped to let the crowd laugh. “But don’t worry we have the best babysitter for you!”
Lifting Radio up he turned the loopy lad around and tossed him back towards the centre of the tent.
Raising his hand the curtain dropped revealing the monkey which thundered towards Radio.
“Oh he’ll sleep well tonight folks.” Blair laughed watching the ape grabbing a diaper with its lower paws and a bottle with its upper ones.
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Radio smiled and waved at everyone, drool pouring out his mouth and stars spinning around his head. "Hiyahfolks. Immadumb dumb dummy diaper butt boy!" Radio slurred before he was violently tossed before the monkey.
Radio laid on his tummy with his smelly diaper butt sticking out before he raised his head and let his pupils shrink with the realization that he was about to be either pulverized, dressed embarrassingly, or both.
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Blair watched as Radio was engulfed by the giant monkey.
The great ape covered the short boy and suddenly its hands were a blur. Within the commotion there was a snapping sound. Then a crunch then a rustle of plastic and finally a triumphant holler from the simian.
“Poor Radio is a lot less robust than the monkeys he usually looks after. I hope he doesn’t treat the stinky too roughly folks.” Blair laughed as the dust smoke or pure energy kicked up by the monkey finally stopped.
“Here is your cheeky chimp now!” Blair called.
Radio’s skin glowed as it had been scrubbed clean. He had been tapped into another diaper. To add to his outfit he was now in thick booties, mittens and a bright blue bonnet upon his head.
“A prize patsy perfectly pampered!” Blair called directing Radio to the centre of the floor.
Blair took his final bow in the spotlight of the circus and left the stage to Radio.
The applause and laughter was sure to hit his addled brain once it started.
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Radio sat there, wobbling on his diapered rump with his eyes spinning in his head and his mouth hanging open in confusion. He tried to speak as the haziness of his brain began to force itself to function properly.
"And datz why you should never wash your underwear with cheese. It'll cause an explosion in the Amazon rainforest...!" Radio said, holding a finger up with a light smile before he shook his head again.
What snapped him out of it was the laughter. Oh, that intense, familiar barrage of laughter that was headed his way. His eyes got big as he looked out at the crowd and felt his face flush a bright red.
"AH... AAAAAAAH! NOOOOOO!" He screamed and scrambled to properly cover himself, only really succeeding in showing his body and butt off to everyone as he fumbled about like a dork. The camera flashes and the spotlight were all centered on him.
He tried to turn and run but ended up smacking into the large gorilla and falling hard onto his back, feet sticking up like a cartoon. That garnered a rimshot from someone off playing the drums and cymbals which prompted the audience to laugh more.
Radio's eyes twitched. He was a baby clown now wasn't he?
What was going to happen to him now? Was the show about him now? If so, he doubted he'd get paid...!
The only other thing on his mind was where Blair had gone off to and how he could take his revenge!
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Blair let the drum and fanfare of the circus start to die down before he wheeled a circular platform into the middle of the stage.
He was accompanied by a glamorous assistant, in a sequined spandex outfit, who seemed more bemused by Radio’s diaper than worried for his safety.
She then tied the shorter boy onto the platform before lifting it up so that Radio was hanging from the platform facing Blair.
“And now ladies and gentlemen...” Blair said quietly before his head seemed to grow in size with fire in his eyes. “KNIFE THROWING!” Blair opened his coat and revealed a huge pocket full of throwing knives.
The assistant set the platform and Radio spinning.
Blair’s powers gave him perfect aim for his teleportation but he didn’t tell this to Radio or the audience. So instead he whipped his arm back and then with a quick throw he thudded a blade sharply into the wood just under Radio’s bulky padding.
Stopping the platform Blair rushed over and gave his diaper a tug. “Don’t get too scared Baby, if you spring a nervous leak then this might slice through your Pampers.” Blair then slowly rotated the platform upside down. “Mind you if you get really scared you might feel the wetness running down your neck instead!”
Setting the speed higher Blair returned to his mark and began throwing the knives in a tight formation around Radio. There was no chance that he could miss but it was fun to see the wide eyes of the audience and hear the gasps of terror.
Blair didn’t pay any mind to the fact that he had been close enough to Radio that he may have been able to get him with his powers as he was too busy enjoying his believed total victory over the little runt.
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Radio's eyes were as wide as saucers. He saw all this happening but could hardly process it... at least until the sharp object landed right below his diaper area.
As if on cue, and to unceremoniously back up Blair's teasing, Radio began flooding the diaper, making it sag. He twitches involuntarily, and began to whimper.
He wasn't too happy about being this jerk's plaything. Radio saw the delight in Blair's eyes and also saw a boxing Kangaroo behind him, going to town on a doll stuck to a wooden post. No doubt it's impressive boxing act was supposed to be on the docket somewhere and Blair's knife throwing thing was a bit of a surprise act.
Radio suddenly let the dread of the situation wash off of him and smirked. Blair was being cocky and as such, he left himself wide open. Radio wasn't so far gone that he wouldn't catch it.
With a smile and a glint in his eye, he locked eyes with Blair and sent another signal to his brain. "Very nice knife throwing but it's a little samey. How about now, we see you go over to Mr. Kangaroo and challenge him to a fight. When he throws his punches, don't get out of the way, no matter where he hits you. That'd be impolite."
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Blair was overjoyed with Radio.
The little dummy was performing like a prized animal.
‘And performing in more ways than one...’ Blair laughed to himself as Radio ruined another diaper.
But it was as he was mocking the soggy little stinker that Blair left himself wide open to be whammied.
And he was.
Radio’s suggestion made the most sense on the planet. Blair hoisted himself off of the stage and moved to the kangaroo.
It had brown fur and to give it its fighting style somebody had dressed it in a pair of blue and white shorts and a matching pair of gloves.
“Well it’s time for somebody to be boxed out of their brain.” Blair said, removing his coat revealing his undies to the gasping crowd.
Slipping on a pair of oversized red gloves Blair placed his left foot forward to lead in and step in as he boxed the kangaroo.
WHAM!
Bang, crash, slap, wallop, crunch, thump!
These were all words that seemed to rattle through Blair’s brain as the marsupial laid into the spiky haired boy with flying fists and the occasional trail or foot strike.
Blair might have been able to dodge some of the onslaught if Radio hadn’t given him the instruction but in this state Blair was being tenderised by the hopping horror.
There were stars buzzing around his head and his eyes were pointing in different directions as the kangaroo reigned a colossal pounding down upon him.
Blair managed to focus. Radio hadn’t told him he couldn’t hit the kangaroo so in one final throw of his fist Blair stepped forward to try and hit one of the several Roo’s he could see swinging around in his vision.
It was the wrong one. The kangaroo, the audience and everyone else saw Blair take a swing and miss; swiping the fresh air Blair tumbled forward and crashed. He fell face first into the ring bell.
Ding, ding!
“I sure hope that is for ice cream, not another round...” Blair managed to say mostly into the dirt in front of his chin.
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Radio belted out a harsh laugh when he saw what happened to Blair just then. He had gotten him with a nice little command and it certainly felt good... however, that did nothing to fix his current predicament. He was stuck, upside down, strapped to this wheel, with a soaked diaper in that threatened to leak down to his face if he stayed.
It was even worse that these knives were around him too. Ugh. Blair was a true bastard. Well, he'd have the last laugh for sure.
Radio grunted and tugged hard against the wheel before he managed to rip himself away from it and fell flat onto his stomach, garnering more laughs from the audience. Radio blushed but crawled towards his nemesis and lifted him off the dirt to shake him a bit in anger.
"Hey! Like the circus huh? How about I use you like a ventriloquist dummy. Won't that be fun? Although, I don't exactly want to stick my hand up your butt to do it so how about you just do as I say as my servant and we'll call it an act. You're already a dummy after all." He said this as he dragged Blair over to the sleeping lion and then scrunched up Blair's face by pressing his hands against his cheeks. "How about it? Agree to that and I won't make you a part of the lion tamer's act where the lion mauls you to pieces. Eh?"
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Blair, having just had his round butt kicked square, wasn't thinking straight or curved or about anything other than seeing the red boxing gloves of the kangaroo and their accompanying hurting stars.
As Radio started talking, the drum beating he had taken interrupted much of what the smaller boy had said.
But Blair could smell the wet diaper and he could focus on some of the words. With an open gap toothed smile he shook his head, his whole body shaking like a dog, as he said to Radio.
“A dummy in England is a pacifier. It goes in your mouth not your butt!” He threw his finger forward to point to Radio’s mouth. His finger however was still in the boxing glove and Blair’s coordination was still somewhere else in the universe.
Sock!
He whipped Radio right on the nose.
“And you don’t lie on the floor in your wet diaper. That makes you a bedwetter baby!”
Blair pointed to Radio’s belly with his other hand.
BOOF!
“Now where are the noisy stars coming from? And whose tummy is rumbling like that?” Blair asked as a loud growling started to sound from behind him.
The large sleeping lion stirred at the commotion looking like it was about to be fed two delicious bratty snacks.
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Radio was momentarily surprised when Blair began speaking. He didn't exactly have a comeback for him as he got socked in the face and thus now thought he was the Sugar Plum Fairy Princess here to deliver cookies to all the good little boys and girls of the village.
Radio drooled, mouth hanging open and eyes now shining with golden stars in place of his pupils before he fell onto his back and got his tummy bashed into next.
His eyes returned to normal but began rolling around in their sockets. "Bwaaaughllugh. Please kiddies, don't try to kiss the Sugar Plum Fairy! All your spit feels like purple on my cheese skin!" He said this, unaware that it made no sense.
He also didn't see the lion approach. The lion tamer went to try and tame it but he cracked his whip in a manner that accidentally swatted against Blair's butt. The lion charged when this happened as the loud noise was a signal to do the "mauling of a teddy bear" trick. It was usually done to inform the audience of how dangerous it was but this was... actually dangerous since these were two kids and not a teddy.
Blair had best dodge or use Radio as a shield because it was about to rip and tear at the next thing in its way with its large, sharp claws.
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As the whip started a small tear in his undies Blair began to think about how bad his day was going.
Then the huge claw from a lion’s paw sliced even more of his patterned underoos to ribbons, revealing his backside to the audience. Some laughed, some gasped but almost nobody suspected the real danger the two duelling terrors were in.
The lion tamer did his best to control the situation and with Radio so close Blair practically had his arms entangled with his soggy pampered rival as he spun away to avoid the next claw swipe.
“Wait! No! Stop! Get the wet baby one!” Blair said ducking the paw.
The fore depot sailed over Blair and Radio’s just taking a single spike from the top of Blair’s black hair. The returning back side of the paw blasted the tangled mess of Radio and Blair straight into the cage with a full sounding thud.
Blair looked up through wincing eyes as Radio’s diaper splashed against chest as the two rivals connected together. He picked a landing spot.
“I’m outta here, you enjoying being cat food you big tuna.” Blair laughed before he teleported out of the cage.
Blair had been intending to shock Radio with the lightning from his teleporting leaving him doing the electrified soggy fish dance whilst Blair landed gracefully next to some sea lions.
But Radio was too close, their arms and legs too smooshed together Radio was dragged through with Blair to his landing spot.
As they hit the ground Blair tried his best to push Radio off of him. ‘If I’m lucky maybe they’ll think his round butt is a beach ball and they can start spinning and chucking him about!’ Blair thought without paying full attention to if his feet and legs were clear of Radio’s.
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Radio got shocked regardless. When they landed, he slumped to the ground on his face with his sloshing diaper butt swishing back and forth in abject defeat. He didn't move as the lion charged again and swatted Radio clear across the area that saw him going splat against a bullseye that was set up. He slid down it, leaving a trail of drool behind before falling face first into a disgusting pig pen, surrounded by hogs and mud.
Also, most likely, their nasty bathroom habits...
Radio stumbled to his feet regardless, eyes rolling and mouth hanging open. "BuT MoMmY tHeY sAID CaNDy OnLy cOmEs wItH tOiLEt PaNtS oN TUeSdAy!" Radio giggled.
Then he got kicked out of the pen by one of the pigs, flying through the air again before landing on the swinging trapeze. He was flung off it and landed on the rope before being bounced up again and shown falling down and down onto the ground once more. There, he laid, spread-eagle, face down in the ground with an indent shaped like his body.
The crowd applauded.
A clown came over and stood Radio onto his feet. His eyes were rolling, stars spun overhead, and he was unsteady as hell. The clown then shook his hand, making him shake about since the buzzer was electric, before pieing him in the face, and then spraying that off with a seltzer bottle.
"What a good sport. How's about it folks? Do you like our circus's latest fool?"
The crowd went wild again.
"How's about we seal the deal with a contract then." The clown said patting Radio's head. A tooth fell out of his mouth when his head was patted though.
Radio's response was "Glurggllrhfhfnsnamdurr..."
"Excellent. Here's your first paycheck." The clown said, tugging on a rope that dangled off screen.
Radio didn't even have time to look up before an anvil fell right onto him, crushing him underneath it and giving everyone more room to applaud.
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Blair’s sheer luck prevailed once again. The dopey sea lions he had landed beside mistook his own round butt for a beach ball.
Throwing him into the air Blair there his hands forward and teleported himself towards a ledge on a nearby wall. He had of course forgotten that he was in a tent and any solid structure would of course be fake.
That was when his luck hit. Blair fell through a paper wall into the backstage quick change area. Falling through a rack of clothes Blair stumbled out wearing a full purple three piece suit.
With that he rushed into the crowd and turned and took a seat.
Just in time to rise from it to give Radio’s performance a standing ovation.
And with that he left with the rest of the crowd purchasing a large toffee apple as he left the circus.
---
Blair would no doubt be surprised to see, the very next week, a poster plastered along the boardwalk advertising the next show at the circus.
There on it was a photo of Radio, diapered in a clown themed pamper, laying on the ground with a large bump on his head and stars and birdies circling around his cross-eyed face. The diaper was clearly wet and there were several anvils beside him, meaning many of them had gotten dropped on him. This must have been taken during practice.
He wore a sash that read "Circus Baby" and was apparently about to get beaten up by the kangaroo and gorilla angrily approaching him from behind.
Well, whatever. Surely, his contract would run dry when the season was done. For now though, Radio wasn't just a clown, he was the whole freaking circus.
Blair was offered a free ticket as thanks for bringing their most popular clown to their show.
