Herbetron and Merculia Venkman came from a proud line of Norwegian clowns, and were determined to climb to dizzying heights in America. They gazed at the ocean, their white chins pointed up with pride, their red noses threatening to fly off in the stiff Atlantic breeze.
It had been a long road to recovery for the Venkmans. As children, their village of Pranking had been devastated by the baffling appearance of exploding Sperm Whales. The survivors had all been clowns, circus freaks, and a few roadies, so they were able to take the jokes.
Herbetron, in particular, had a vision. He could see a time when the world would laugh with them, not at them. Well, the world would still be laughing at them, they were clowns after all, but it would be laughs that THEY had crafted and guided. They would be laughs of dignity.
Then a piano fell on them.