Reclaiming the erm...pavement.

"There's a great massage parlour over there".

The clowns arrive.

Bang, Crash....ect.

"...once you've filled it with petrol, pop a rag in the top and Bobs yer uncle."

Clown evades cordon due to trusty Bannana. Probably.

"Oh shit, I'm being photographed with one of them."