It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis...

 "The streets outside the Patrician’s palace were thronged. There was a manic air of carnival. Vimes

ran a practiced eye over the assortment before him. It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of

crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the

remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hot-dogs to the rest."

-Terry Pratchett, en Guards! Guards!