"The Online Dufe-Waffel Fire Brigade and Leather Diaper Cleaning Service" ... but at the last moment, when they realized Timmy wasn't a card carrying member, they broke off the rescue and "extended" away at the maximum climb/speed efficiency angle.
The clowns didn't even notice the flashes of the flybys ( or the holes punched in the tent from them) and continued to close in. The clown who survived the nosectomy applied chewing gum to the red bulbous artificial appendage and put it back in place. Drool fell and spittle erupted when he laughed and said, "Thanks, Timmy. I was due for a promo ... and no, not all of us are so easily dispatched."
He stopped and assumed a casual stance as he put on a pair of spectacles and said, "Please, no more spectacles."
The crowd roared with laughter. Then clown #3 handed him a pair of gardening shears .....