Sgt. Squeaks-a-Lot was originally just a normal old sergeant in the New Clown Army of Clowntopia, fighting off the Mime'eckan Raiding Parties that invaded the western and eastern coasts of New Clown'ecka. When he first started out on the job, his boss, Commander Kerpton Clownsbill, pushed him to his limits sometimes. Squeaks just had to put up with it so he could get enough clown dollars for his family. During the Battle For Mime Rock, one of the largest battles in the Clown'ecko-Mime'eckan Wars, Squeaks marched into the battle under the main power of the 61st Infantry Regiment general.

     "Sir, I'm scared!" Said a private up front.  "Don't be," said the general. " our victory will give us domination over yet another Mime'eckan foothold!"  The general and his men behind him marched through the hidden tunnels, down over the sewers, up through the stone pathways. An arquebus in one hand, and a Clown'eckan flag in the other, they ran behind giant rocks as firearms were shot. The rocks were blasted with bullets, silver and iron both. The rocks penetrated, stone flying everywhere, bullet after bullet, back and forth and back and forth. Then, complete silence - a gun lay in one hand, and a snarled flag in the other.

   "We've... won." The not-so-scared-anymore private said. "Hahaha! WE'VE WON!!!" HE stood up from behind the rock. "WE'VE WOOOONNN!!!!!!!!" Everyone cheered. They looked over. THEY hadn't won anything - Squeaks did though. He stand there, a bullet hole from one end to the other, with a stain appearing to enlargen over the hole.

   "Squeaks? You okay?" a fellow sergeant called out. Squeaks was not okay. In fact, he was dying. He fell to the down like a mighty oaf.  "SQEAAKKKSS-A-LOOTT!!!!!" He shouted to the skies as medics ran to the fallen body. They picked it up and put it in the clownmobile. As they drove off, every single soldier on the battle field saluted the fallen brother. "I salute you, hero."


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