First let me say I love those pictures. This is what happened to me when my dad took me to a circus when I was 10.
He took me back stage to see a friend of his who was a professional clown. He still had his full costume and makeup on. First he was doing silly things to try and make me laugh. I was a little shy so I wasn't laughing at first. My dad said why aren't you laughing. I said nothing the clown then looked at me and said answer your father boy. I said excuse me. He said answer your father you little dirt bag. I started crying and then my father said I'm gonna teach you a lesson for being so direspectful.
The clown grabbed me by the hair and took me away. Now it was just me and the clown and he started to beat the living crap out of me. He was pulling me hair and kicking me with those big clown feet. I begged him to stop and he just started laughing. He put a bucket on my head and was banging it down on my head. It was loud and it hurt. He threw a pail of confetti on me and started squirting me with water from a giant flower.
At this point I tried to get away and he said, your not going anywhere you little twirp. He started biting me so hard I started bleeding. He actually had flesh from my arm in his bloody clown teeth and it hurt so bad. I begged him to stop and all he said was you should have laughed and I hope this taught you a very valuable lesson. I ran away beaten to an inch of my life. But he was right I should have laughed. After all that is his job and I was being disrespectful. After that everytime I saw a clown I laughed and laughed and laughed.