Pete shook his head. He needed no ice cream, where he was going. With a flick of his thumb, Pete activated the stun baton that he used to tap Bee's shoulders and gave Bee a light thwack about the shoulder. As Bee crumpled up, Pete gave a pleasant little honk with his horn. If anyone there knew how to speak Clown, they would understand what Pete had just said. And what he said was [hider]"out-played."[/hider]

Pete grabbed hold of Bee's collars and began dragging him back towards Jack, grinning from ear to ear. Of course, Pete was always grinning. This time, however, his real face matched his outer one.