Thomas Kinkade The Light of Freedom

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done this before,' said Sergeant Colon, as he and Nobby approached the Fools' Guild. 'Keep up against the wall when I bangs the knocker, all right?'
It was shaped like a pair of artificial breasts, the sort that are highly amusing to rugby players and anyone whose sense of humour has been surgically removed. Colon gave it a quick rap and then flung himself to safety.
There was a whoop, a 'Sergeant Colon, Night Watch,' he said, 'and this here is Corporal Nobbs. We've come to talk to someone about the man who . . . was found in the river, OK?'
'Oh. Yes. Poor Brother Beano. I suppose you'd better come in, then,' said the clown.
Nobby was about to push at the door when Colon stopped few honks on a horn, a little tune that someone somewhere must have thought was very jolly, a small hatch slid aside above the knocker and a custard pie emerged slowly, on the end of a wooden arm. Then the arm snapped and the pie collapsed in a little heap by Colon's foot.'It's sad, isn't it?' said Nobby.The door opened awkwardly, but only by a few inches, and a small clown stared up at him.'I say, I say, I say,' it said, 'why did the fat man knock at the door?''I don't know,' said Colon automatically. 'Why did the fat man knock at the door?'They stared at each other, tangled in the punchline.'That's what I asked you,' said the clown reproachfully. He had a depressed, hopeless voice.Sergeant Colon struck out towards sanity.