Years into his comedy career, Louie "Two-Shoes" McGuffin had become a beloved figure across the region. His slapstick humor and self-deprecating wit never failed to fill theaters and community halls. But life, as Louie often joked, was like one of his plans—unpredictable and full of surprises.

  One day, after a particularly dizzying fainting spell backstage, Louie found himself sitting in a doctor’s office, nervously clutching a coffee cup he’d somehow spilled on himself.

  “Mr. McGuffin,” the doctor said gently, “we’ve run the tests, and it looks like you have a rare neurological condition called Charcot-Clooney Syndrome. It’s not immediately life-threatening, but it will affect your mobility and energy over time.”

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  Louie blinked. “Charcot... Clooney? Like George Clooney?” He grinned weakly. “Well, if I’m gonna get a syndrome, might as well sound classy.”

  The doctor smiled faintly but continued, “It’s manageable with treatment, but you’ll need to slow down. Reduce the stress, rest more, and—"

  “Slow down?” Louie interrupted. “Doc, my whole career’s based on falling down, tripping over stuff, and running into walls. Slowing down isn’t exactly my thing.”

  But the doctor’s concern was real, and Louie left the office that day feeling a little less invincible.