Atop a wonderful central pedestal, a happy clown puts the finishing touches on a William Tell's incomplete model, assembling the mannequin limb by limb with the intention of shooting a target off of its head with a potent, one-shot crossbow. But suddenly, the inanimate statue which has a completely different opinion on the matter comes to life and decides to defend himself--and much to the clown's disappointment--when he turns his back to see who hit him, the joker is, of course, lifeless again. Is this prank the result of the clown's vivid imagination or is the Swiss hero's statue alive after all?