All of a sudden, the chattering of the crowd hushed. The lights dimmed and a spotlight shone at a tiny black jack-in-the-box box with a windup spring in the middle of the ring. The tent became pindrop silent. All of a sudden, the box’s spring starts to turn, the song ‘Pop Goes the Weasel’ sounding through the tent.
‘Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
That’s the way the money goes...’
”POP GOES THE WEASEL!” The box burst open to reveal Jokester, who stepped out of it with her hands up high. The crowd went wild, cheering loudly. When theey finally settled down, Jokester‘s voice rung through the tent.
”Welcome...to Le Carnival de Rions!” The crowd went crazy again, until Jokester waved at them to settle down. “Today, we’ll be showcasing our many talents here at this show,. starting with...” Jokester put both her hands up and was swept up into the air by Breanne, doing a couple of flips before landing on a tightrope, the spotlight growing to illuminate the ring as she did so. “...some feats of complete acrobatic insanity!” The acrobats started up a wild preformance, awing the crowd with their maneuverability.
While you were watching the act, you noticed a shifty looking person slip out of the tent, glancing at Jokester as they did so. As they left, you noticed a flash of metal in their hand.
9 hours 30 minutes...