Ronald McDonald

Here's someplace wild that my imagination went one day after a comment my husband made:
It's suburbia. Plenty of Wal-Marts (ew), Targets, and Costcos...but above all the Golden Arches. Yes, the ubiquitous fast food haven brought to us courtesy of the McDonald brothers & Ray Kroc. The popular scapegoat for our nation's obesity epidemic never mind all the other components of the Western Diet and our own free will. (This is what my brain really did. Snarky, irrelevant comments happen to everyone).
Anyways, the Golden Arches, home of the Big Mac, the Chicken McNugget, and super-sized Coca-Colas. A teenage girl wearing too much make-up is manning the counter when 3 men walk in.  All 3 are dressed in rags with a five o'clock shadow even though it's only three and each one sports a shiny red nose.
"We need to speak to Ronald."
"Who?"
"You know who I mean, girlie.  Ronald done done us wrong and we mean to have a little chat with him," says one of the clowns.
"Like, no one named Ronald works here," says the cashier. "I can ask my manager?"
The clown pulls out a bright red sword balloon.  "Listen girlie, we DEMAND we talk to Ronald or there's going to be trouble!"
Clown 2 says, "Yeah, Mr. Whiteface thinks he's better than us hobo clowns.  We seen him sneering at us, all fancy like with his white nostrils and white back of the earlobes."
"But I don't know who Ronald is!!" shouts the girl.
"Don't know who he is?  He been posted on all them billboards ya'll have 'round town!!!  Don't you say you don't know nothing about Ronald.  You be hiding him in the back, I reckon," Clown 3 blasts a bicycle horn in the girl's ear.
"You mean, Ronald McDonald???" whispers the girl.  "He's coming in tomorrow afternoon for a birthday party. . ."
"That's another thing," says Clown 2.  "He been stealing all the work in this here town.  Reckon we'll come back tomorrow and straighten him up."  Simultaneously all three clowns poke their red noses. SQUEAK.  The message is clear.  They'll be back.
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15 minutes later at a nearby bar: (well, it's a coffeehouse.  This is suburbia after all.)
"HAHAHAHAHA!" the clowns laugh as they remove their make-up in the bathroom.  "Too bad Burger King doesn't have a clown.  That would be fun to do again!"