Six!? No, man. Fives the magic number here.

“Five little chipmunks twirling on a branch. Eatin’ lots of sunflowers at my uncles ranch.” You know that old children’s tale… from the sea.

I read all these “clown car” interpretations, but they’re all missing the point.

This is a lady clown whose fallopian tubes are heavy with eggs, as any fertile lady clown of her relative young age.

All the ambulancii are there to transport her unborn yet still vitally human unfertilized lady clown eggs.

Pray for her, for it’s not a clown car but a uterus.