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It wasn’t Krusty’s first brush with death. Between the pacemaker incident, his dealings with the mafia, and Sideshow Bob’s past attempts on his life, Miss Pennycandy was sure she had acquired quite a few gray hairs.
But blowing up Krusty onstage at his farewell show? It was too close, too devious, and worst of all, she had been standing right there. Too distracted by the excitement of the evening to notice the bomb strapped to his kid fan’s chest. How could she have been so blind?
The crowd loved it of course. Thought it was all part of the show– Krusty’s apology, Sideshow Bob’s explosive ‘surprise appearance,’ the revelation that Krusty wasn’t retiring after all (big shock).
But the evening was a blur for Miss Pennycandy. A long, agonizing wait until the show ended and she could slip into Krusty’s dressing room, find out that he was alright for herself.
“I hope you aren’t thinking of forgiving him,” Lois murmured between kisses, the clown’s makeup smearing on her hands as she cupped his face. He looked a little dazed, his arms loosely around her waist.
“Oh, I dunno,” Krusty replied after a moment, grinning. “I’m thinking Bob should try to blow me up more often.”