I've seen this creepy "clown-on-the-tricycle" toy on a shelf at the top of the stairs that lead to Chad's office for a couple of years now. I had no idea there was more to it than meets the eye.

If this doesn't ever make it into a horror movie has a prop, somebody somewhere will have screwed up.

Anyway, coulrophobic Chad couldn't take it anymore so I assumed custody.

Let's play: