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The jester stopped and smiled. "You think I'm stupid?" he asked. "When have you ever seen me travel alone?" The Gang's expressions of triumph turned to looks of chagrin, and they looked at each other, wondering what he was up to.

"Oh, fellas," the jester called cheerfully. Thirty hooded and heavily armed men popped up from the underbrush, from behind trees, from thin air maybe, and surrounded the Bonny Hill Gang.

"Isn't this fun?" the jester cackled gleefully.

"What is that?" asked a perplexed gang member.

"Is it a bird?" asked another.

"Methinks a naked man falls from the sky," stated a third.

"What manner of man can float in the sky like a cloud," asked the first as fear overtook him.

"It's magic, that's what it is," said another as they ran for their lives.

The Jester landed roughly on the ground in front of the frightened men. Gathering the tablecloth/parachute around him, he tried to regain a little dignity.

"Where am I?"

"Why, you are here," answered one brave soul.

"And where is here?"

"The kingdom of Bonnyhillshireville."

"Would you like to hear a knock knock joke?" asked the Jester.

"What's a knock knock joke?" asked one man.

"What's a joke?" asked another.

"Ah ha," said the Jester, rubbing his hands in glee. "Fresh fish."

"What toll?" the jester asked.

"The toll for walking through our territory."

"Your territory? What, pray tell, is the name of your territory? I mean, if I'm going to pay for something, I want to know what I'm paying for."

"We control," the leader of the Bonny Hill Gang said proudly, "the Land of Mirth."

"Wow, what a coincidence!" the jester said. "I called the King of Mirth!"

"Really?"

"You bet."

The leader dropped to his knees and put his forehead on the ground, the other members of his gang doing the same. "Forgive us, Your Majesty! We didn't know our king was out walking today. How may we serve you?"

The jester smiled. He was finally where he was supposed to be.