It was the middle of the day and Mr. Clayton was sitting on Shawn’s lap in front of the mirror in Shawn’s room. The puppet was sitting Indian style.It’s legs were folded underneath it’s torso, and one foot stuck out unnatural like. The puppet’s eyes were staring straight at Shawn in the mirror with a knowing, familiar gaze that said “It’s time for practice! For practice and for life lessons!”

Shawn carefully arranged Mr. Clayton into a more appropriately sitting position where his foot wasn't sticking out quite so artificially - presentation was important, after all. He met Mr. Clayton's blank gaze with a practiced one of his own, still a little fearful but practiced enough not to show it. "So, uh, I talked to Leonard about some stuff...he's having dreams about clowns."