It was a day much like any other on Clown Planet. The sun was shining, bananas were delicious, and all the clowns across the planet were happily honking and ignoring the existence of the filthy mimes. All was right in the world. Yet, this day would ultimately change Clown Planet, and every Clown to ever be born, forever. At exactly noon that day, all across the planet, a great low booming began to be heard. And as time passed, and it grew louder in pitch, every clown began to realize exactly what it was. It was a great honk, beyond any honk that had ever been honked before. The honk to end all honks, to break the limits of honk. It was... a H.O.N.K. As every clown across the planet investigated this great noise, they found a singular great machine. A machine which bore the guise of their people, with a bike horn unlike any other: a HoNkER BlAsT 5000 . And thus was there much rejoicing, and honking, and pranking, beyond any that had ever been done before or since. And this, dear children, is why the clown must ALWAYS demand a H.O.N.K.