After the kidnapper finished speaking to the little kid, he covered his mouth and hurriedly covered it up. “Cough, cough, cough, why are you asking about other uncles? There’s no such thing. You’re the only one who can eat my marshmallows. Don’t worry...”
His eyes were also a little flustered as he thought to himself, could it be that this little kid had discovered that he had an accomplice and was waiting to kidnap this little kid together and transport him out?
Who knew that the little kid would reply with an ‘Oh’, his face full of innocence and childishness. “Doesn’t Uncle Clown have quite a few of them? Red, yellow, blue, purple... all kinds of colors?”
So that’s how it was!
The clown man finally heaved a sigh of relief.
He had said that it was impossible for the brat to see through their plan.
So the Brat had asked the zoo staff. There must have been more than one person dressed as a clown.
