At that moment, George got a clear look at the other's eyes. He knocked himself on the head in self-disgust, because the Joker's eyes were blue, just like his mother's.
How did I mistake them for yellow before? I'm so stupid, the boy thought.
"My name is Pennywise. People also call me the Dancing Joker." The Joker stopped dancing. Standing in the darkness, he tilted his head up to look at the boy's face. The little opening offered a very limited view, but it was enough for him. "I know your name is George, and you know mine is Penny, so we're not strangers anymore. Do you still want your little boat back?"
"Of course, sir. But how did you get into the sewer?"
The boy knelt in front of the opening, lying prone as he spoke to the Joker. His face was full of smiles, because it really was rather funny.
"Oh, my little friend, that is quite a long story." The Joker spoke in a comical tone and rubbed his big nose. "The wind has been howling and the rain has been pouring these past few days. The wind was so strong that it blew the entire circus away. I was blown into the sewer like a leaf—whoosh~~~ Hee hee."
"Giggle, giggle, giggle." The boy burst into laughter. He had always loved fairy tales, just like the ones his brother William used to tell him.
William stuttered a little. Children his age called him "Stuttering William" behind his back, but in George's heart, William was the best brother. He was very good at writing and had written many interesting stories to tell him.
Stories just as interesting as the Joker's.
"Yes, exactly, haha! The wind blew me into the sewer, along with my circus. It's all down here