Joki the Jester II

WOOHOOO!!!! Finally! *ahem* I shan't waste my time on expressing my excitement, if you really
want a good intro to this story, then it is attached in Sofea's blog for your perusal together with the
first story.

There and back again, the greatest tale ever told, about the world's most favored villain of all time, The Joker. He sits at the edge of a cliff, his mind running through nostalgic memories. It runs into one, rather bone tickling.

In a land far far away as told in many fairy tales or any children's stories, but mind you, this is no children story, deep through the fabric of reality, down through the moors, through Hades's residence lived a land called Botox. The land of everlasting happiness and laughter, some say. In fact, no laughter would be out of the question. Kids laugh at others misery, others laugh at their own misery.
But like how every tale has a man behind it, Botox had someone behind the never ending gags, because Botox was somewhat more than a tale. Joki the Jester, they call him. A legend which already lived. The king and the people honoured his duty which brings sunshine everyday. Thus, resulting in rainbows all the time. Upon all this, it IS rather skeptical that one had never felt that sunshine. Or the rainbow. One that could not possibly laugh with others. Why, that's Joki himself!
"Everyone's happy because of me, but there's no one to make ME happy," he went into a tirade. As the king knew about this, it certainly unleashed his fury to have someone from his kingdom what they call....SAD. "Something must be done. Call upon the 3 ministers in council!," he ordered.
As he consulted the 3 old bags, making it 4, they came up with an excellent idea. Later on that fine day, the king announced his kingdom to gather at his place. From his royal balcony, he beckoned Joki towards the crowd. "Whoever can make this fine man laugh, will be rewarded with 30 pounds of gold. One by one took their chances.
One juggled while balancing a nasty chicken with it's nasty butt. One sang and had the crows peck on her head. One claimed that he's from the land above Hades's residence and called himself David Letterman. And the other one..well he's a jester himself. None of it worked! Is poor Joki meant to get pushed by his horrific fate?
One last man came forth. He appeared to have a mirror with him. He calls upon Joki and asked him to perform one of his tricks in front of the mirror. What's this? Joki fell on his back and found himself shedding tears! "What have you done to him?" the king was oh-so furious. "Oh, he's not crying, your majesty. Look at him! He's laughing!" Yes,yes,yes! Those were tears of joy, tears of stomach aching laughter! Oh, how delightful! "You see my king, laughter IS the best medicine, but the topmost best is your OWN self!" said that wise man. "Not one less, not one less!" the king was overjoyed!
But things do not just stay as they are! Joki soon laughed at himself too much to keep himself entertained (who would befriend HIM?). He was sent to the dungeon of doom, due to excess irritation, by the king. He broke out, with his contagious laugh rays, which made the bricks laugh, and well..*sigh* they collapsed. And he escaped.

And so, the evil MAD Joker was born, and inspired comic book artists.
And Batman definitely never won on this one!