A clown could get away with murderor adultery, at least. Proving this, GIZMO, a 31-year-old man dressed in a J.P. Patches-style suit and tie and sporting the obligatory red-ball nose, snakes through a packed crowd on a Friday evening at the Rendezvous (2320 Second Ave., 206-441-5823). Without warning, the clown begins to bump and grind with a woman who seconds before was attached to another man. By the end of the dance, the woman has a smile on her face, her beau has a smile on his, and Gizmo, underneath his surreal, unrelenting painted-on smile, surely must be smiling, too. Throughout the evening, Gizmo will dirty dance with dozens of fine ladies, and none of their mates will raise a stink. How could anyone get mad at a clown? This is just one of the benefits of being in the KOOK CLUB.

The Kooks got their start a year ago when Gizmo, aka Web developer Floyd McFeely, had a friend who was attempting to break the world record for stilt walking. This friend didn’t have a plan for any safety devices, but he thought it would be cool to have some clowns below him holding a net. McFeely gathered a group of people willing to play the part, and they started getting into character by dressing up and invading local bars. The record attempt didn’t work out, but the Kook Club did. Gizmo and between four and 15 other Kooks (guys like Bacon Lovemeats, Flippyhead, and Blow) invade bars with what McFeely calls “a tornado of energy, shenanigans, and chaos.” And lots of bumping and grinding.

“We don’t have any talents; we just have big mouths and consume a lot of alcohol,” McFeely says. He and the clowns have commandeered bars like the Bad Juju (1518 11th Ave., 206-709-9951), Cyclops (2423 First Ave., 206-441-1677), and Blu Video Bar (722 E. Pike St., 206-568-4258) by sneaking in and stirring up the kind of mayhem that mere men are not capable of. Typically the evening starts at one place and ends at an unplanned location. Gizmo’s recent night at the Rendezvous was no exception. He “ended up at some downtown high-rise waxing philosophical with a bunch of Belltown folk.”

“Something always happens that you don’t plan for,” says McFeely, who as Gizmo wears a wig so ridiculous and over the top that his head appears to be on fire. “It is pretty much guaranteed that if you look like an idiot, you will act like an idiot.”

Even with all of this purposeful silliness and sneaky infiltration, McFeely claims that the clowns have never been in a bar fight. “The typical alpha male doesn’t pose a threat to the clown pod. Imagine how funny it would be to see some buffed-out drunken alpha picking a fight with a clownthat’s almost as good as a clown being arrested.”

Catch up with the Kooks at www.kookclub.com.

bivey@seattleweekly.com