Chuckles was a bit of a newcomer to this particular circus, though many can reasonably argue his life has always been a joke. Albeit a rich joke. He was a clown.
He joined a well seasoned Grins. More of a comedian than a clown. His grin perhaps bespoke of amusement, but in reality was more of a sardonic mocking rictus. This became apparent once the plans and punitive machinations his odious thoughts were conjuring came to light. Everyone was going to pay for not giving him his due sooner.
Guffaws was a different beastie all together. Having been at this circus game longer than any of the others. He had developed an emotional shell into which he would withdraw at the first sign of trouble. Lugging this shell with him as the Ringmaster of this dysfunctional circus had taught him to run the show at a tortoise pace and excel at getting nothing done while bringing nary an attraction to this three ringed circus.
It had been so long between acts that the audience took their leave and were demanding the price of admission back. Leaving only the black robed ticket punchers to deny the validity of the public clamor. The three performers now opined that the townspeople, which surrounded and outnumbered them, no longer even wanted to see their show.
But the show must go on.
So Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws worked late into the night to hatch a plan. Together they made enough noise to keep the wolves awake. Packs of these voracious hungry predators descended on the townsfolk and ate them all up solving the three circus performers problems and making all their dreams all come true. Thus leaving Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws to do what they do best.
Except for Chuckles who blathered endlessly about his circus being The Greatest Show On Earth.
Step Right Up.