The Clown

Chapter 13: Tackle Him

The roof.

"Is there ever going to be a time where we will actually catch him?" Tyler asked, as he walked with Hartman outside.

"The time will come." Suddenly, his gaze left Tyler, and started upwards.

"Something wrong?"

"Uh, I hate to say this, but I think there's something hanging right there."

Hartman pointed up, and Tyler turned around to see Pennywise hanging on the edge of the roof!

The clown screamed, and fell off of the roof. Hartman hit him, and Pennywise moaned. After that, he just moaned. And moaned. And moaned. And moaned even more.

"You deserve it, Pennywise."

He just moaned. He kept moaning until it was super annoying.

"What are you going to do now?" Tyler asked, a grim look on his face.

"I'm gonna teleport."

And that he did.

"Well, that's very nice." Hartman commented.

They went back inside to find Pennywise on the toilet.

"Don't mind me."

So Hartman left and pulled Tyler aside.

"Hey, listen. I have a plan." Hartman whispered.

"I need a distraction. How about you..."

His voice trailed off as his eye caught something. Tyler ran back to the bathroom, but Pennywise was gone! Instead, he was in the next room over, doing something random with a towel.

He ran, slipped, and fell.

Hartman laughed. "You're really stupid. You know what? How about you teleport?"

A few seconds later, he was gone.

"Oh, he actually took my advice. Good thing." He walked to the next room. "You know, sometimes I think he should just-"

There he was, on a punching bag.

"Go. Now. Tackle him, Tyler the Creator!"

So Tyler ran to the clown, and pulled it onto the floor. Pennywise got up, and Tyler was still on him! Hartman ran towards them, Pennywise fell backwards, and teleported!

"Oh, my balls!" Tyler groaned.

Back at the house, the door rang.

"I'll get it!" Dr. Strange called. He opened the door, and there stood a young child, who looked about the age of 9 or 10.

"Hi, is Tony Stark here?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. Tony, some kid wants to see you!"

Tony walked towards the door, looking a little annoyed.

"Yeah, I get that a lot, who is..." He stared at the boy.

"Harley?"

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