Ruffles Has Ridges

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About a decade and a half ago, my wife Harriett sent for tickets to a popular television show produced locally and syndicated across the country. Every parent yearned to accompany their child to The Ruffles The Clown Show. Ruffles, whose outfit matched his name, wore a multi-tiered ruffled shirt in bright white, baggy blue ruffled pants, and wavy wild hair, plastic nose and artificial lips, all bright red. Patriotic and comical all rolled into one. Viewers were probably tempted to salute. Oh, and of course huge floppy black shoes.

The show included skits where Ruffles would get into convoluted situations with three sidekicks, Pappy, Slappy and Happy. The trio never came out on top, except if measured by the amount of seltzer water or meringue pie they absorbed during the show. And don’t forget Flummox Falls, a stream of thick green goop that would envelop one of the three clowns at the end of the final skit. The volume was so great that the loser clown would literally disappear beneath the mound of accumulated sludge.

Ruffles was the top dog and a mystery. The identity of Ruffles was a closely held secret until the performer retired, at which time a big retirement announcement was made. I remembered a series of such unveilings covered by the news media, each just a few years apart. Every former Ruffles gave salutary speeches about playing the clown, how it was an honor, and more blah, blah, blah. I’d never heard of these folks again, even though they’d ‘retired’ at relatively young ages. The physical demands of the role were significant, because Ruffles didn’t just walk around the stage. He jumped, leaped, trampolined, cartwheeled and tumbled from spot to spot. I’d watched the show with Annie when she was a child, laughing with her as Ruffles delivered pies and foam barbells to his three nemeses. Never once did Ruffles get gooped under Flummox Falls.

Yesterday Harriett screamed when the mail arrived. “Harvey! We got them! We got them!”

‘Them’ was two tickets to the Ruffles TV show. I rubbed my fingers along the glossy full-color tickets adorned with Ruffle’s face. Now? “Aren’t these fifteen years too late? Who do you know that has young kids?” I asked.

Harriett snatched the tickets from my hand. “Oh no you don’t. After waiting this long, we’re not giving them away.”

I wasn’t considering them as a gift, more as a marketable and desirable product.

“And we’re not selling them either!” she added.

It was fortunate that Harriett was a good guesser and couldn’t read my mind, or she’d kick me out of her house for all of my extracurricular sexual activities. “You’re not suggesting we go, are you?”

“Well, either you and I, or one of us and Anna.”

I’d learned the hard way that when Harriett made up her mind, there was no changing it. “I’ll call Annie and see if she’s free.”

My subsequent phone conversation with our daughter was short and sweet. “Are you insane? That show is for kids. Besides, I have commitments at school. Would you really ask me to skip classes and abandon homework just to go see some clown-“

I cut her off. “Message delivered loud and clear.”

Her tone softened. “Thanks for asking, Daddy. I love you.” Click.

“Okay, so I guess we’re going,” I told Harriett.

She unclipped the envelope containing the tickets from the magnetic fastener on the fridge. “They’re taping Monday the twentieth.” Then she looked at the huge flat calendar. “Oh no! I won’t be back from Philadelphia until Tuesday.” She grabbed the enclosed letter of congratulations from the envelope and jumped onto the phone. I heard only her side of the conversation. “Yes, I’d like to exchange two tickets for the Ruffles Show-” “No, I don’t want to return them and get back on the list. We waited fifteen years for these.” “Yes, we’re very happy you sent them to us. It’s just that I have a conflict with the date and I was hoping-” “I wasn’t planning on selling them, thank you very much, so whether or not that’s legal doesn’t matter. Can’t I simply exchange them for another-” “No, I don’t want to return them.”

Harriett slammed the received so hard I thought the wall-mounted Trabzon Escort phone would rip off. “They kept telling me how oversubscribed the show is, and that I should be grateful for getting any tickets at all, convenient or not. Evidently they have a waiting list for the waiting list, in case any tickets are returned.”

“It’s the old supply and demand. Too bad it took so long-“

Harriett wasn’t done ranting. “The nerve of them, accusing me of doing something illegal.”

“So I guess we’re not going.”

“I’m not, but you are.” She crossed her arms.

“Why me? Without a child or a spouse? I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.” I recalled a skit where Ruffles smashed an oversized hammer on Pappy’s finger and it blew up like a balloon. Because it was a flesh-colored balloon, the kids in the audience screamed when it exploded, until Pappy showed that his hand was intact. For that ‘thumbs up’, he got a round of cheers that lasted forever. Then Pappy vanished under Flummox Falls.

“Because we’re not going to waste these.” She waved the two tickets in my face. “That’s why.”


Although the shows were shown in the afternoon, they were filmed in the morning, when the kids were fresh. And energetic. And loud. I could barely hear myself think as I stood in line outside the studio, behind a row of factories in an industrial park.

When I got to the head of the line, the mother and son ahead of me walked forward, each clutching a square pillow they’d been handed. Rather unexpected. I stepped forward to take their place next to the ticket taker. He held out his arm like a railroad gate. “Where’s your kid?”

“She’s in college and had a conflict. Why, am I prohibited from attending the taping because I’m a single male?” I hoped he’d say yes, because then I’d go home and watch a porn flick.

“No, just strange is all.”

“So is waiting fifteen years to answer a ticket request.” I couldn’t help but make a snotty remark.

He looked me up and down. “We’re popular. Can’t help that.” He punched my ticket so it couldn’t be used again. From a box beneath his stool, he pulled out a purple pillow with Ruffle’s image on it. Then I understood. Ruffles the Clown seat pads as a gift to audience members. “Makes it more comfy to sit in the bleachers.” Before he passed back my ticket, he pulled a sticker from his pocket and applied it to my ticket. “There, you’re a special guest. You’ll get a tour at the end of the show.”

“Really?” I smiled. Maybe I’d get some kind of gift too. There was a Toss The Beanbag game for prizes, but that was for kids, not grown-ups.

Some guy in a sports shirt and slacks came out to prep the crowd. He was boring as hell, telling us all to cheer when the APPLAUSE sign came on over head, and to laugh as much as we wanted. He told us that the show we’d be participating in would be taped for later broadcast, in about two weeks. Before he could say anything else, Slappy and Happy surrounded him, pulled out seltzer bottles and doused him with fizzy water. The audience erupted in laughter, perfect preparation for the announcer’s voice, which bellowed, “Who makes you laugh, boys and girls?” Without prompting, we all shouted “Ruffles!”

Ruffles came out to enthusiastic applause and cheering. The double back flip didn’t hurt. His voice had an electronic tone, as if it was being run through some kind of synthesizer. That disguised the actor and made every Ruffles sound alike. Quite high tech.

Ruffles must have studied gymnastics or something close, because every almost pratfall turned into a handstand or cartwheel or backflip. Ruffles was extremely agile and in great shape. No wonder the turnover was so high. The job must have been exhausting.

The skits began. The first was Ruffles cooking in a kitchen. He was interrupted by Slappy and Happy, who offered their help but only hindered the process. Pappy was missing in action. The choreography for the skit seemed off, as if Pappy’s absence made a material difference, Maybe the repertoire of funny plays were designed around four participants. With only Slappy and Happy joining Ruffles, none of them would work as smoothly.

After the cooking skit came a cartoon, a retread that I’d watched when I was a child. I laughed all those years ago, and it still struck me as funny. When Annie had watched, we’d seen the cartoons full screen. So, playing the cartoon for us was a courtesy.

Dancing spotlights singled out a child for the Toss The Beanbag game. The little girl was successful in getting a beanbag into four holes but missed the fifth. She walked away with an armful of Ruffles-branded products: a game, a stuffed animal, a puzzle, juggling balls, license plate frames, pot holders, galoshes, a t-shirt, stickers, a pillow, a ukulele, a flashing button and a spice rack. Ruffles merchandising income must have been a windfall!

Another skit performed by the three, this Trabzon Escort Bayan time in a wood working shop. Rubber hammers and saws, foam two by fours accidentally slammed against clown’s heads. The kids around me all laughed.

Maybe I was past the appropriate age, but the skits seemed uninspired and juvenile. Boring, to be honest, despite their slapstick nature.

Just as Ruffles announced the Big Contest, my seat cushion began to buzz and smoke and vibrate. I jumped to my feet. “We have our volunteer,” he said.

Huh? I was no volunteer, just a victim of a malfunctioning cushion. And then it dawned on me. I was a ‘special guest.’ That jerk ticket taker had given me a rigged pillow, for this precise purpose.

Ruffles raised an arm in my direction. “Let’s give him a big round of applause.”

Spotlights shone in my face, blinding me. Slappy came up the aisle, took my hand and led me down to the stage area. It felt much smaller than it looked from my seat, which was still generating smoke. I was closer to the cameras as well. It dawned on me that, in a couple of weeks, I’d be seen by thousands of people. I smoothed down my hair, which tends to get kinky with moisture.

“What is your name?” asked Ruffles.

I noticed that the clown’s mouth wasn’t synched to his voice. Was Ruffle’s voice dubbed? “Harvey.”

“You must be skipping work to be here, Harvey. Want to wave to your co-workers?”

I let my arm hang, so Ruffles took hold, raised it and thrashed it back and forth. I didn’t think that was funny, but the audience laughed.

Ruffles directed me to an area off to the side of the stage. “This is the Big Bucket Race. On the count of three, we will full our buckets and see how much water we can carry from this barrel to those.” We stood next to a green barrel full of water on one side of the set. Two destination barrels waited on the opposite side, one red and one blue. Slappy gave me a red bucket and slapped me on the back. The bucket fell from my hands. More laughter. Happy stood with an oversized starter’s pistol. “Ready? Set?” Happy pulled the trigger and a flag reading ‘BANG’ popped from the gun.

Ruffles was already at the full barrel, loading up on water. He casually sauntered across the stage. I ran to the source barrel and dunked my bucket. But when I lifted it out, water drained through holes in the bottom. The audience howled with laughter. I was set up to fail, and wasn’t very happy about it. An aluminum bowl from the kitchen skit was a few yards away. I scampered over and grabbed it. The camera wasn’t expecting my movement and spun wildly to keep me in the frame. I filled the aluminum bowl and ran past Ruffles, who hadn’t noticed I’d switched.

When it sunk in that I was going to make this competitive, Ruffles changed his demeanor completely. Instead of walking slowly, Ruffles made a mad dash to fill his destination barrel. We both ran back, slipping on the smooth wet floor. We tussled as we both tried to fill out buckets for another cross-stage race. Standing face to face, I was startled by Ruffle’s bright green eyes. I’d never seen eyes that color on anyone.

My pause gave Ruffles a head start on the next stage traverse, except Ruffles slid and fell on his ass while I made it across and dumped my load. The next time, I took a spill, which put even more water on the ground. Both of our shoes sloshed as we ran through the puddles, trying to best the other.

When Happy blew his whistle, Slappy took a final measurement. By a fraction of an inch, I’d lost to Ruffles. He moved to the Winners Circle while I was placed in the Losers Square. I heard a rumble above my head. Oh shit! Flummox Falls was directly above me. I took a step but Happy and Slappy pushed me back. The goop fell. It was heavy enough to hurt as it landed, first on my head, then my shoulders. The stream was cold and relentless. I fell to my knees as the green sludge buried me. I shivered, gasped for air, pushing it away from my face so I could breathe. I heard the show’s closing theme song and Ruffle’s “See ya’ next time, kiddies” trademark closing line. Finally, someone yelled, “We’re off. Help that guy, huh?”

A pair of stage workers ran to my rescue with spatulas and rags, wiping the muck from my face. My clothes and shoes were ruined. A young man walked over and handed me a flat plastic bag. “This should cover your cleaning and replacement costs, plus something for wear and tear. Thanks for being a good sport.” There was a check inside with Ruffle’s smiling face in place of the account owner’s information.

“Have you ever done this to an audience member before?” I sputtered.

“Nope. You’re the first and only. Pappy was scheduled to lose and get gooped, but he’s off sick. One of the concierge picked you out as a good candidate and a good sport.”

He thought I was a good sport? More like a complainer. I was tempted to prattle on about a lawsuit.

The stage worker guided me towards a Escort Trabzon double door. “We’ve got a shower you can use, and some clothes you can wear home and keep, as souvenirs.”

I shook my arms, throwing goop onto him and the other employees. They weren’t expecting that, from their expressions. “Lead on.”

I departed the stage through the doors, down a corridor, and past a series of dressing rooms, one each for Ruffles, Pappy, Slappy and Happy. Further down was a men’s bathroom. “There’s a shower in here, plus a bathrobe. Your souvenir clothes are in Pappy’s room. Thanks again.” He stuck out his hand. I agreed to shake, putting green goop all over his fingers. He wiped the stuff off on his pants and went on his way, as if this was an every-day occurrence.

I stripped and put my soiled clothes in a huge zippered bag. Maybe Harriett had some miracle detergent that would retire my shirt and pants to wearable. Maybe there was a Ruffles-branded solvent that was successful against green goop stains.

Warm water dissolved all of the green goop, which flowed off as easy as it flowed on. The heat of the spray brought my body temperature back to normal. I combed out my hair and wrapped myself in an official Ruffles bathrobe, with the clowns picture on the back and his name on one breast. The corridor was empty as I changed locations. Pappy’s dressing room door was unlocked so I went in. A dish filled with Ruffles candy adorned his well-lit make-up table.

The sound of running water surprised me, since Pappy was absent from the show. I peeked around the corner into Pappy’s private bathroom. In the glass shower was a woman, naked. Short hair, almost like a boy’s, but definitely not male. God, she had a nice body. Small but perky tits, a great ass, and from the looks of it, she’d been working out. My cock began to react. I was embarrassed, being a voyeur under these circumstances. Maybe one of the production folks decided to use the shower.

I put on the sweatshirt and sweatpants, both with Ruffle’s name and face as decorations. The shower stall went silent and the young woman walked out, rubbing her head with a towel. With her arms up, her tits pushed forward, nipples small and pert. What was she doing in Pappy’s dressing room? His daughter? I didn’t even know if he was married. Hell, people can have kids and not be married.

The woman pulled the towel from her head and opened her eyes. She saw me and screamed. While she struggled to drape the towel across her chest and crotch, I stared at her large green eyes. The only person I’d ever seen with eyes like those was- Shit, Ruffles was a female.

Her eyes were wide. “What the hell are doing in here? I thought everyone was gone.”

I pointed at the door. “Some guy had me shower down the hall and told me to get dressed in here.”

“My, uh, the women’s shower was broken so I decided to use Pappy’s. But I thought I would be alone.”

The ruffled shirt had effectively hid her small perky tits, and the baggy pants had disguised her feminine hips and cute round butt. It needed to be said, so I said it. “You’re Ruffles, aren’t you?”

“You must be mistaken. I’m just one of the assistants-“

I pointed. “Nope, it’s you. I’d be able to pick you out anywhere, by those eyes.”

She hugged the towel. “Shit! I knew I should have worn the colored contacts. They’re really rough on my eyes, you know.” She glowered at me, eyes piercing. “Okay, how much?”

“How much for what?”

The towel waved in front of her. “To keep the secret. You know what would happen if this got out?”

That Ruffles the Clown was a woman? What’s the big deal? “Uh, no?”

“The show would be called the biggest lie of all time.” She stretched her arm to make the point, and then remembered that she was exposing that fabulous body of hers and covered back up. “The ratings would drop, the sponsors would flee, and the show would go off the air. And the merchandising? Forget it That’s what!”

A whole lot more serious than I’d imagined, but then again, I’m not in show business. With that last towel wave, it was clear that – what’s her name – was. “I won’t say anything.”

“Oh yeah, sure. You say that now.” She moved closer.

My cock was hardening on its own. The front of my sweats became a bump. “I promise.”

“Not good enough.” She looked down. Damn, she’d seen it. “I’ve got an idea. You have my secret. I’ll need one of yours, to make us even.” She rubbed the towel across her body. Fleeting glimpses of tit and pussy kept me at a full erection.

“Like what?”

“Like this.” She slid the towel down slowly until her breasts peeked over the edge.

I didn’t believe what came out of my mouth. “Maybe I should just go-“

She dropped the towel and pressed herself against me. Her hips danced against mine. “Ooooh, we can share this secret. You wouldn’t mind, would you? You seem ready enough.” She dropped to her knees, pulling down my sweatpants in the same motion. “Oooh, that’ s a big one. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you are.”

I was completely confused. How would having sex make any difference? All I knew was that Ruffles the Clown was licking and kissing my cock. “I’m really sensitive, so if we’re going to do anything else-“

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