The Circus Rally

Grandpa John and Grandpa George were relaxing on the porch over at Grandpa John's house. Grandpa John had a cup of lemonade and was scrolling through the news on his tablet. Grandpa George was lazily watching the clouds drift in the sky.

Suddenly, a news notification caught his eye. Grandpa John, who was usually cheerful, became very sour. "Oh, great. That loudmouth toddler is around town with one of his circus rallies."

Grandpa George looked over. "WHAT?! Did you say something about a toddler in a circus? I thought those were for performance animals, not children!"

Grandpa John showed the screen. "No, Grandpa George! I'm talking about Toddler Dictator Donny! You know, the one with that ridiculous hat who constantly boasts, lies, and never stops talking? The one who made everything terrible again?"

Grandpa George frowned. "Oh, him. I'd rather deal with the purple monkeys than that so-called leader. At least they're fun and mostly don't cause problems."

Grandpa John placed his tablet on the table. "I'm still curious to see what business he has around here. Probably the usual nonsense though. Do you think we should check it out?"

Grandpa George was uncertain. "As long as there's no lions and I have earplugs, then I guess. Nothing much to do today anyways."

The two of them hopped into Grandpa John's golf cart and took a ride into town. It wasn't long before they spotted a giant circus tent with a red elephant on it. Inside was a crowd of red jester-hatted fools, which they appeared dazzled with goofy grins and acted worse than wild animals.

Grandpa John already felt regret. "Geez, these people are unbelievable."

Grandpa George agreed. "They are, Grandpa John. A bunch of whippersnappers who never think for themselves."

Grandpa John added. "Even those purple monkeys are better than this."

In the center of the ring was a golden podium with a microphone. Toddler Dictator Donny waddled up to it, his signature red jester hat jingling and a smug grin plastered on his wrinkly face. He wore a diaper and had weird yellow hair, the kind that made you wonder if it was a wig instead.

"I'm the greatest! Nobody's done better than me! My opponents? Sad! They're jealous of my tremendous success," Toddler Dictator Donny declared.

The red jester hats, which were the supporters, mindlessly roared in approval. Flags and banners were waved, pointless slogans spouted, and gibberish was chanted.

Grandpa John shook his head. "They'll cheer for anything, won't they?"

Grandpa George grumbled. "Even their own destruction."

Out of nowhere, his pet muskrat named Elon scurried up onto the podium.

Toddler Dictator Donny continued. "We're doing the best things! Everyone says so!"

Elon scratched his ear. "Squeak squeak!"

Grandpa George hollered. "WHAT?! Did you say you're doing less things and everyone says no?!"

Grandpa John nodded. "Exactly. He just wants to distract from the more important issues."

Toddler Dictator Donny rambled on. "I've already made history! Bigly! Renamed places, appeared at every sport, made important changes, and saved the day! I'm an honored hero and those before me are losers! Isn't that right, Elon?"

Elon clapped his claws. "Squeak!"

Grandpa John scoffed. "You should look in the mirror, sonny. Remember your historic tantrum? That was the worst day I ever witnessed. Bunch of hooligans who couldn't handle losing nearly tore everything apart. Your rotten character really showed who you are, and there's no denying that."

Toddler Dictator Donny interjected. "No they aren't! They were-"

Grandpa George shouted. "WHAT?! Did you say you're trying to change history by destroying places, going to every resort, and being deranged with protective forces?"

Grandpa John smirked. "Yeppers. And they call this joke a president."

From a nearby dumpster, Henry the Grump popped out his head, a look of irritation on his face. He wasn't too happy to be tangled into this mess, but somehow was since the rally preparation team had no consideration.

"Keep it down! I'm trying to enjoy some quiet here," Henry yelled, shaking his fist.

Toddler Dictator Donny glanced. "Look at this puppet over there! He lives in trash, is trash, and is jealous! Total disaster! And those purple-colored monkeys? Fake news! They've been plotting against me for years! Also, Grandpa John and Grandpa George are weak!"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Here we go again. You don't know when to zip it."

Grandpa George bellowed. "WHAT?! Did you say we made the news of the week?!"

Grandpa John sighed. "For not tolerating this garbage, maybe."

Toddler Dictator Donny declared. "Henry told me that you can take everything from his dumpster! How generous! We are now putting tariffs on trash and the air! No more global items! No more!"

Reaching a breaking point, Henry hurled a rotten tomato at Toddler Dictator Donny, which hit him right in the face. The crowd gasped, their shock and outrage apparent at the act of defiance.

Toddler Dictator Donny glared. "How dare you disrespect the greatest!"

Henry scowled. "Respect is earned, not demanded. And clearly, you haven't deserved any, considering your words and actions. You're long overdue for a bar of soap, pal."

Toddler Dictator Donny's lip began to quiver, then he started crying. "WAAAH! SO MEAN! SO UNFAIR! IT'S RIGGED AGAINST ME! THEY'RE OUT TO GET ME!"

The crowd gasped again, some even whimpering in sentiment.

Henry scoffed. "Mean? You've said and done far worse! Learn some manners and integrity while you're at it, you hypocrite!"

Grandpa John grinned, then nudged Grandpa George. "Looks like Henry's here to put Toddler Dictator Donny in his place!"

Grandpa George squinted. "WHAT?! Did you say something about Henry punching Toddler Dictator Donny in his face?!"

Grandpa John chuckled. "Close enough, Grandpa George. At least in terms of the truth."

Not long after, Turtle McConnel crawled up onto the stage. He was an old turtle with broken glasses and a penchant for doing nothing, despite being Toddler Dictator Donny's advisor.

Henry groaned. "Ugh, the turtle came by to slow down the show."

"I reckon it's time to unveil your culinary delights," Turtle McConnel whispered.

Toddler Dictator Donny sniffed, a mess on his complexion, but soon cheered up. "Don't worry! I've got something huge! Introducing Donny Delights, the best cookies ever! Just like how my grandma used to make them!"

A tray was unveiled: stale raisin cookies with his facial features depicted. Several were tossed to the crowd and the red hat fools gobbled away. Grandpa John, Grandpa George, and Henry were disgusted.

Grandpa John growled. "As if the hats and flags weren't bad enough."

Grandpa George scrunched his face. "WHAT?! Those bland cookies? No thanks!"

Henry tossed the Donny Delights back. "Even trash has more value!"

Next, Toddler Dictator Donny unveiled Donny Ice Cream. It was the nastiest flavor imaginable: spoiled orange sherbet with black licorice sauce, smelly sardines, rotten eggs, and a banana peel. The supporters, of course, devoured it like gourmet dessert.

Grandpa John looked queasy. "These people have no taste."

Henry gagged. "That's the worst thing I've ever seen."

"WHAT?! Is that abomination supposed to be you," Grandpa George questioned.

Finally, Toddler Dictator Donny introduced Donny Swirl. It was a mixture of sour cotton candy, stale popcorn, and sand. The supporters eagerly took the bags and crunched away obnoxiously, oblivious to the cavities and damage it was doing to their teeth.

Henry facepalmed. "The dentist will be wondering about their brains next."

Grandpa John covered his ears. "That crunching noise is unbearable!"

Grandpa George observed. "It's hilarious, but disheartening."

Out of a growing disdain, Henry threw a bag of trash at Toddler Dictator Donny. The impact caused him to stumble and fall to the ground. "Here's some trash, from yours truly! Enjoy!"

One of the supporters, particularly bold, shouted at Henry. Others did the same, some even chanting those absurd slogans. A few even performed a clown dance as their form of defense.

Henry turned to the crowd. "Someone needs to stand up to you idiots!"

Tons of trash pelted the red hat fools, causing them to flee. The purple monkeys, noticing the commotion, joined in and threw banana peels. Many tripped over the junk and slipped on the peels, but the tent was soon empty.

Elon and Turtle McConnel looked at each other and quietly left.

Toddler Dictator Donny stood in the center, humiliated and throwing a tantrum. "WAH! I'M TELLING LIES SOCIAL ABOUT THIS! WAAAH!"

Pulling out his golden smartphone to complain on social media, he began typing as fast as he could. A purple monkey swooped in, snatched the device, and broke it. Toddler Dictator Donny melted down, unable to handle the predicament.

Henry cackled. "Serves you right! Now why don't you grow up? Or better yet, don't."

Grandpa John and Grandpa George gave a round of applause.

Henry concluded. "If only others would see that it's not about preferences, but rather right and wrong. Too bad most people are too stupid to reason with."

Grandpa John pondered. "It makes you wonder where this world is going."

So they went home while Henry retreated into his dumpster. Justice had been served and a sense of ease washed over them, knowing that not everyone was willing to be complacent to tyranny.