There's No Business Like Show Business

"What'd you kill that guy for, boss?" The Clown Prince of Crime stood over the corpse of the security guard, twirling his gun. "Because, Charlie," he said, "he didn't laugh at my joke! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He pointed his gun at his henchman. "You thought it was funny, didn't you Charlie?" Charlie took a step back and straightened his tie. "Yeah boss... I thought it was hilarious. Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hmmmm... for some reason I don't believe you." and Joker shot Charlie dead. "Okay, boys," he said to his remaining henchmen, "let's get these barrels loaded." The Goons leapt into action, loading the barrels of chemicals into the truck with a renewed vigor. The Joker shook his head and smiled. Works every time, he thought. 

Suddenly the clown got a feeling. The feeling they were being watched. "Hold it, boys... we've got company."

After a quick glance around he pointed his 45 at a redheaded girl who looked almost, but not quite, human. "Well well well!" he said. "Wolves on the prowl! HEE HEEE HEEEEE! What can we do you for, Miss?"