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- (sighing) My name is Penny and I have a fear of balloons.
I don't like it when they.
It's called Globophobia.
The fear of
balloons.
it usually begins in childhood when somebody is frightened
by their god awful sense of timing.
I hate the sound that they make
when people rub their hands on them.
However, my childhood was different.
It's not the balloon itself.
It's who it represents.
What's your name?
Penny.
Penny.
PEN-NY.
I love your name and I love you.
Would you like a balloon?
I just wanna go home.
I'll make you a deal, sweetheart.
If you can answer three questions correctly,
I'll let you go back to your birthday party.
Deal?
However, if you get three wrong,
pop!
Question number one:
Do you love me?
No.
Did my mother and father love me?
Yes.
Wrong!
Do I deserve ice cream and cake
just like all the other kids?
Yes.
Are clowns funny or scary?
They're, they're funny.
They're the most frightening thing
that can happen to a child.
Police!
Police, open up, we know you're in there!
Step away from the child!
I'm so sorry, Penny.
Don't be.
How are we gonna fix it?
Today was a huge step for you.
How have the exercises with the picture been?
They're fine, I guess.
It's getting easier to look at.
Did you know that Oprah has globaphobia?
No, no I didn't.
Yeah, she's much older than me.
What if it never goes away?
I mean, there are days where I can't get him
out of my head. It will Penny,
we will get there.
The next step is to have the ability
to surround yourself with them.
You do this, you conquer your fear of him.
Tomorrow's the anniversary.
I deal with it every year.
I know.
Now's the time.
I will do whatever it takes.
Thank you.
- And now, some new information on a story
we've been following here, at XP News,
and it's very unsettling.
Joining us in Greensboro-Winston-Salem, North Carolina,
is Sheila Kelly.
Sheila.
- Thanks, Jeff, clown sightings are still at large
as people celebrate the anniversary
of serial killer, Poppy the Clown.
Later tonight, we will air the shocking documentary
of how the famous killer came to be.
A story of neglect, abandonment,
and where it all started, a birthday party.
Tomorrow,
just make it until tomorrow.
This is a dream.
Penny.
Pen-ny.
Pen-ny.
Pen-ny.
We never finished our game, Penny.
How many ungrateful children have I murdered?
I don't know.
Seven!
Higher!
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