Ever since his experience in the Woodlawn Memorial Gardens Cemetery Bee-Bo had been a very sad clown. Bee-Bo did not like to be sad. He had a buyer all lined up for Cody Schroder. His ultimate revenge against Brock Daniels. Now, thanks to Doctor Patterson's screw-up, there was no more Cody Schroder.

When Bee-Bo was sad somebody paid a very steep price! All morning he anticipated Doctor Patterson's arrival at their designated meeting place. Bee-Bo planned a big welcoming for his guest. One Doctor Patterson would never forget. And it wasn't balloons or a cake.

The more Bee-Bo considered the loss of Cody Schroder, and the loss of the money his buyer offered him for the boy, the madder Bee-Bo became. Not a good combination. When Bee-Bo raged the picture was not very pretty! Good thing his trusty wood chipper was ready.

"Won't Doctor Patterson be so surprised to see my favorite toy?" Bee-Bo happily asked himself.

Bee-Bo allowed himself a slight smile. The whir of a running wood chipper was sweet music to The Clown's ears. Having been locked up in that awful prison all those years it'd been a long time since Bee-Bo enjoyed the pleasure. Today he most definitely would. But not Doctor Patterson!

A long, slow, agonizing death is what Bee-Bo planned for him. Doctor Patterson lied to Bee-Bo. He promised to keep Cody Schroder alive. But he failed to honor his promise. Bee-Bo could not oblige an untruth teller like Doctor Patterson.

Before Doctor Patterson could exit his vehicle Bee-Bo yanked open the car door. He grabbed the doctor by the throat, squeezed tightly, and jerked him out from behind the wheel. Doctor Patterson stumbled. Momentarily losing his footing he started to fall. Bee-Bo caught him. He securely tied his quarry's hands behind his back with the rope he brought with him to their little meeting.

"Bee-Bo wait! I can explain," Doctor Patterson began. The fear washing over him like a waterfall.

Right up in his face and breathing fire The Clown retorted, "Explain why you failed Bee-Bo!"

'I kept my promise Bee-Bo," Doctor Patterson told him. Then he remembered the excuse he planned to use and said, "I was losing Cody Schroder on the operating table so I put him in a coma. That way he wouldn't wake up until you came to claim him."

Bee-Bo wasn't buying the doctor's explanation, "You let him die any way!" he exclaimed.

Backed up against the hood of the car Doctor Patterson saw the wood chipper and a five gallon can of gasoline sitting nearby. He certainly did not like what he observed. An axe blade was buried into a half-rotted stump next to them. Bee-Bo noticed the worried expression on the doctor's face. The sign of fear brought pleasure to The Clown.

"We will get to that part later Doctor Patterson!" Bee-Bo assured him, "And soon!"

Grasping what Bee-Bo said to him, and suddenly desperate, Doctor Patterson tried another angle, "We can work all this out Bee-Bo. No need to do anything irrational here!"

Bee-Bo savagely sliced Doctor Patterson's right cheek with his boxcutter. It was his favorite implement for dissecting. "I'll decide what we're going to do here!" he viciously snapped.

Just as quickly he produced a matching slice on the doctor's left cheek. Each jagged cut ran a fountain of crimson down the doctor's face. Bee-Bo was only getting warmed up. He had a long way to go. Before he was done Doctor Patterson would beg The Clown to kill him.

"There's a hundred thousand dollars in the case on the front seat of the car," Doctor Patterson informed Bee-Bo in a feeble attempt to stop the bloodletting from occurring, "take it all!" he pled.

"Bee-Bo don't want your money, you ignorant fool!" The Clown replied with a smile, "Bee-Bo have much more fun slowly torturing you to death! That's what Bee-Bo wants."

Once the nightmare began Doctor Patterson could not stop the horror of what Bee-Bo would do to him. He watched The Clown bend over and pick up the gas can. Bee-Bo untwisted its cap and removed it from the container. Then did the same thing with the gas cap on the wood chipper.

"Bee-Bo please! Think of my wife and children," Doctor Patterson cried in earnest pleading for mercy he knew would not come his way.

"I already have," Bee-Bo sinisterly snared back at him filling up the gas tank on the wood chipper then tightening the two caps he held in his hand where they belonged.

Placing the resealed gas can back on the ground he stated, "Your wife and oldest kid will soon follow you."

Then he paused for dramatic effect and grinned, "And your little baby? Well, Bee-Bo already has a buyer all lined up for him. Nothing like ground meat on a hot Texas day."

Doctor Patterson fought against the rope that bound him in a valiant manner. It was no use. He could not free himself. He was tied too snuggly for that. In one last effort he played his ace-in-the-hole card and informed Bee-Bo, "Cody Schroder is alive!"

Bee-Bo heard the proclamation loud and clear. He walked up face to face with the doctor, pointed a long, boney finger in his victim's face, and stated, "Once again you lie to Bee-Bo. Bee-Bo hates liars!" He screamed.

The Clown proceeded to carve a "B" in the middle of Doctor Patterson's forehead and said, "Daniels buried the worthless piece of crap! Bee-Bo saw him."

"I don't know what Sheriff Daniels buried Bee-Bo," Doctor Patterson replied in tears, "but it wasn't Cody Schroder! You have to believe me Bee-Bo!"

With a razor-sharp knife Bee-Bo extracted out of the back pocket of his pants he sliced off Doctor Patterson's left ear clean with the sideburn.

"Where is he?" Bee-Bo demanded.

"I don't know Bee-Bo. I wish I did!" Doctor Patterson hysterically responded to The Clown's question.

Bee-Bo squeezed the nostrils of Doctor Patterson's nose closed twice saying, "Beep! Beep!"

With one fell swoop he removed the extremity off the doctor's face with his blade. It fell to the ground.

"You don't know enough to deserve to live any longer!" Bee-Bo informed the doctor, "So, now you die!"

As Doctor Patterson released one final scream, Bee-Bo removed his head from his neck. Doctor Patterson's body fell in a heap on the ground. His head rolled two feet away. Bee-Bo walked over and removed the axe from the tree stump that contained its blade. He set to work.

Humming that old familiar "I've Been Working On The Railroad All The Live Long Day" tune Bee-Bo stripped the clothing off Doctor Patterson's remains. With his axe he began chopping the body into tiny little pieces beginning with the feet, the knees, the hips, the hands, the elbows, and finally the shoulders. All became sawdust in The Clown's chipper.

Cutting the torso in half, and stuffing it inside, the wood chipper made a slight grinding noise as Bee-Bo fed each part through the machine. Then Bee-Bo punted Doctor Patterson's head like a football. It sailed half way across the pasture.

Bee-Bo did not like to be sad. When Bee-Bo was sad somebody paid a very steep price!