The Tale of the 15th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos

The Midnight Society sat in slight fright as they waited for Frank to tell his final tale. After five years of telling mostly in-your-face yarns about the evil Dr. Vink, Frank's family was moving away to Japan where his father had received a teaching job. What dastardly plans would Dr. Vink be cooking up the last time around?

Frank adjusted his backwards baseball cap as his dark face twisted into a disturbing scowl. "Tonight, Midnight Society, I bring you the Tale of the 15th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos!"

"What about Dr. Vink?" asked Gary.

"Man, to Hades with Dr. Vink!" snapped Frank. "I ain't no one-trick pony! Anyway, this tale begins in Nunica, Michigan with two twelve-year old juggalos who were sipping Faygo in a Pizza Hut while listening to the new Insane Clown Posse album on their Walkmans."

"'Man, this 'Dating Game' parody is totally tubular,' said the elder of the two juggalos, Juggalo J.

'"Yeah, but my favorite is 'House of Horrors,' responded the younger juggalo, Juggalo G.

"'It's too bad that nobody else we know has good taste in music like us. They're all listening to lame music like Polaris, Devo, and the B-52's,' said Juggalo J.

"'I know! Let's start the first annual Gathering of the Juggalos so that hopefully 14 years later, every other misunderstood teenager in the entire state of Michigan will be a juggalo like us!' said Juggalo G.

"And 14 years later, you know what happened?" asked Frank.

"No, what?" replied Gary.

"It turns out that not only did every teenager in Michigan become a juggalo, but juggalitis spread as far as this sleepy Canadian town!" And with a devilish snicker, Frank twisted his baseball cap 180 degrees, revealing an unmistakable Insane Clown Posse insignia. "Friends of the Midnight Society, I am a juggalo and this is the 15th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos!"

The entire Midnight Society shrieked, save for Betty Ann, who pointed in the direction of a middle-aged couple approaching their secret campsite.

"Frank! There you are! We've been looking for you all over!" said the middle-aged woman, embracing her troubled teenage son.

"Hurry, Frank! The flight to Japan leaves in less than an hour! I'm glad we found you so we can take you to the airport." Frank said goodbye to the Midnight Society and walked away with his parents. None of the Midnight Society ever saw Frank again.

"I can't say I'll miss Frank," said Kiki, "what with him being a juggalo and all." Everyone agreed.