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knocked on the Fools' door, reached up, caught the custard pie as it emerged from the slot and rammed it back hard. Then he kicked the -Constable Detritus enjoys a good laugh too, although some minutes after everyone else. And we're here to see Dr Whiteface.'
The clown's hair rose. Water squirted from his buttonhole.
'Have – have you got an appointment?' he said.
'I don't know,' said Carrot. 'Have we got an appointment?'
'I've got an iron ball with spikes on,' Nobby volunteered.door so that it swung inwards a few inches.Someone behind it said 'Ow.'The door opened a bit further to reveal a small clown covered in whitewash and custard.'You didn't have to do that,' he said.'I just wanted to get into the spirit of the thing,' said Carrot. 'I'm Corporal Carrot and this is the citizens' militia, and we all enjoy a good laugh.'' 'Scuse me—''Except for Lance-Constable Cuddy. And Lance