As the scene became more apparent, a group of ten Ronald McDonald entertainer clowns stood in a straight line by the wall. Each entertainer performed a different trick while Ronald stood on his chair with chicken legs.
"My name is Roland, not Ronald!! I hate Ronald McDonald!!!!!! Oh my god!!!!" Ronald's voice was screeching like a rooster's morning wake-up call. His arms were in-between flapping in midair like a person stranded on an isolated island and hugging the chair so he won't fall off.
"Ah, how saddening. Ronald McDonald is so sad to hear that, especially when you share similar traits. Here, maybe this will be better." Ivy, sporting a vibrant red, bouncy wig with curls cascading down her shoulders, approached Ronald's side. Perched at the tip of her nose was a playful clown nose, adding a whimsical touch to her appearance. With a mischievous grin, she moved closer to Ronald, her mischievous intent evident in her action.
She removed the wig from her head and placed it on his. "You're a clown yourself, see?"
"Ahhh! Am I a joke to you? Don't think that because you're a girl, I won't hit you!" Ronald snapped in frustration. After being teased about his name's resemblance to the clown, he disliked clowns.
"Was that not why you came to the blind date? To be a huge joke? Well, if you want to fight, then you should hurry up. I'm not getting any younger, you know?" Ivy skipped to one of the clowns and took two squeaky hammers from him. She tossed the extra one to Ronald and positioned herself from a distance as if she were getting ready for a Whack-a-Mole game.
"You- You!" Ronald felt his blood pressure heightening each second he looked at Ivy. How could someone be this irritating?
"I have a name. Like how I honored your name with Ronald Mcdonald, you should respect mine. Oh, if you haven't heard already, my nickname in the circle is Poison Ivy. Haha, I'll make you itch for a fight and drown you in desperation to run away from me." Ivy chuckled, hitting the squeaky toy against her palm.
"You dare?!!!!" He growled angrily and finally jumped off his chair, trying to rush toward Ivy. However, he missed the grin on her face when he approached her.
She quickly stepped aside and let him hug the wall as he ran straight towards her at full speed. His cheek rammed flat against the wall, and the squeaky toy in his hand flew up. When he separated his face from the wall, the toy happened to bop right back on his head.
"You're so dead now, Ivy Hui-Clover!" Ronald punched his fist against the wall. The pain he experienced in his fist caused him to whimper in agony.
"Oh, does it hurt?" Ivy purposely asked to ignite the flames further.
Seeing that the clown show was about to be finished, Chloe decided to interfere. She cleared her throat loudly, making everyone's attention focus on her. Ronald widened his eyes in shock at the beauty standing by the couch.
"Do you think that's fun?" Chloe strode toward Ivy and removed the clown nose on her face.
Ivy instantly covered her nose after noticing some foundation stains tainted on the clown's nose. "It's fun, especially after he insulted our family."
"Look at you play. You're all sweaty now. You'll cry later about breakouts if you don't remove your makeup. Did you have enough fun yet?" Chloe casually discarded the red foam clown nose into the trash nearby. She retrieved a pack of cosmetic wipes from her bag and removed Ivy's makeup.
"W..Who are you?" Ronald was utterly engrossed with Chloe's sudden arrival, distracting him from their conversation. His attention was wholly focused on Chloe.
"Mmm..Just a bit more left." Ivy closed her eyes obediently as Chloe removed all the makeup on her face.
"Miss, you should stay away from her. Not only is her distasteful appearance bad for your sight, but her personality stinks worse than a rotten egg. For someone as beautiful as you, you should be mindful of who you hang out with." He badmouthed Ivy, attempting to get on Chloe's good side.
"..What an idiot," Lucas muttered, his arms crossed to the side.
"..And we are all done. These are some amazing wipes. Just a few wipes and everything cleaned up. Oh, right, I almost forgot about the massagers." Chloe tossed the used wipes into the trash bin and reached into Ivy's outfit.
"Hahahaha, it tickles! Chloe, stop it hehehe. I can do it myself!" Ivy playfully pulled a face as she obediently removed three neck massagers tucked away in her outfit.
"Y..You you-" Ronald pointed a finger at Ivy.
"You what? Sheesh, can't you come up with some better comebacks already?" Ivy spun around, displaying her svelte physique and a makeup-free face.
"How could it be? Then why did you use that horrible makeup to cover up your face? If you showed up like you are, things wouldn't have gotten to this point!" Ronald fumed in frustration, unleashing his inner thoughts after realizing he had been deceived. He believed that if she had shown up naturally, he would've performed well on the blind date.
"And you, what about you? Who are you two?" He directed his attention to Chloe and Lucas.
Chloe leaned in, gently pressing her cheek against Ivy's, and grinned. "Pardon my late introduction. I'm Chloe Hui-Clover, Ivy's older sister and the one with slightly more sanity. But with one look, anyone could tell we are family. It's pretty obvious we're from the same roots. Fraternal twin perks."
"As for me..." Lucas adjusted his posture, slipping a hand into his front pocket.
"He is the debt- I mean bill collector." Chloe interjected, pulling the ruined slipper out of her bag and presenting the crucial evidence.
"Ah! It's my poor slipper. I'm not going to lie. When he tossed my slipper out the window, I regretted not getting the pair of slippers with wings attached to them. Maybe it would be a less horrific death if there was a pair of wings with it." Ivy took the deformed slipper and scrutinized it.
"Wow, you actually let him throw it out the window under your watch? Did you think this is Cinderella's glass slipper where you find Prince Charming this way?" Chloe poked Ivy's forehead gently.
"Well, to be exact. I didn't let him throw my slipper out the window. I flung it at him, and it slapped him. That's why he murdered my slipper. Because a slipper slap hurt him a lot, it isn't the classic kimchi slap, so he should be grateful. Because it would've stained." Ivy shrugged in response.
"Well, for you to fling your slipper and strike him in the head, he must've done or said something. As long as you weren't bullied, then everything is fine." Chloe ruffled Ivy's hair.
"Hello??? Did you guys forget that I'm still here?" Ronald waved his hand in the air, trying to catch their attention.