Red's head rested a top Rascal, eyes fluttering closed before springing back open. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to even stay awake. Words couldn't even describe how bored she felt. Blah, people are gone, blah, souls are gone, blah, I want to be wish master. Just a bunch of blahs. That's all it was and that's how all these meeting things always turned out. So much talking about pointless glittering waste. If someone tried to kidnap her, she knew exactly what she'd do. She'd glittering fly away or trap them in some big massive hole. Sticking them in a hole seemed more fun since she could throw bread crumbs at them like they were a duck. Quack, Quack goes the thief man. 

Eventually she gave into her boredom, eyes rolling closed, lollipop stick falling from her mouth. Body slid from Rascal's shoulders, falling to the ground had he not caught her in his left arm, nuzzling her up against his chest. Those leaving the procession would see him cradling her as you would a child. She however was lost in her own dreams. Dreams of beating back a pack of wolves with sausage link nun chucks. Knocking all the wolves unconscious so she could replace their teeth with Swedish Fish candies. They'd go to bite someone and be as harmless as a old human without his dentures! Their reaction would be so priceless. They'd be all, 'Why can't I eat this poor deer' and the deer would be all like 'smell you later suckas!' then the wolves would get all depressed and just eat the candy teeth. Candy seriously solved everyone's problems. 

Incessant nudging in the side roused her from from her dance party with the Buttercup Brigade and the Liquorice Lovers. Lovers were putting on such a show to. Twisting and grooving in ways that non candy entities just couldn't. Evidence fifty million that candy people were just better in every possible way. Those should be here next wishes! Sentient candy friends. Oh the carnival was just going to love all of them. She'd have to give them all really catchy names like Frosty the cupcake or Larry the lollipop. By the godmother it was going to be great. 

Grunting soon followed more aggressive nudging until her eyes lazily pushed open. Rascal stood over her, music box gripped between both his hands. She yawned, hand cupping around her mouth, eyes drowsily looking in Rascal's direction. “You want to dance? Turn it on, we can dance.”Rascal shook his head, motioning to a clock that hung near the back of the tented area they currently resided in. Clock smacking her in the face with the fact it was showtime. Well for her it really wasn't, she could just not perform if she wanted to.

She let out a long drawn out sigh, shoulders slumping as she got up to her feet. “I swear it's always work time for us.” Holding out her hands, she took the music player from him. “Once all the humans leave, want to get a funnel cake or something? Going to be so starving!” Rascal nodded excitedly, departing the tent. 

Walk to her usual performing position helped her shake off the cobwebs of tiredness. It didn't help settle her growing hunger. One show for like thirty minutes and then she was totally gorging on some food while messing with some of the other performers. Funnel cakes and frozen lemonade! Oh it was so mouth watering, but first it was performing time. Performing was always usually pretty fun, it's how she collected all of her souls at least. Excited little kids, boys and girls alike would usually swarm her after wards. 

Song 'Firestarter' by some human group blared from her music box during her entire walk. Every few minutes she'd chime in that there was going to be a fire breathing performance in twenty minutes by the ring toss game. Guy who ran the game was ok with her setting up shop there. He got to brand some souls and she got some extra cash from his rigged game. Candy was expensive so that money was much needed. In the end it was win-win. 

She gave it a few minutes for the crowd to form around her, setting up her whole three props in the process. Tone was squeaky as she bellowed out to the crowd. “Greetings ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! What you will see here today will amaze and totally rock your socks off! Prepare to see your parents wet themselves kids!” She giggled as did most of the kids. Bodily fluid humor was always a hit with them. So simple and easy. 

Igniting a torch, she moved right into stage one of her act. Waving the flame within vicinity of the crowd helped establish that the flame was real as they could feel it's heat emanating towards them. Once that was established, she moved right into the easiest part of her act, eating the fire. Opening her mouth wide, she dipped the flame inside, inhaling it like you would water or any beverage. Given her affinity for the element, flames couldn't really hurt her, much. Crowd clapped as she removed the torch, blowing a small gumdrop size ball of flame to reignite it. 

Taking a bow, she transitioned into part two, fire dance. She pulled the torch apart, revealing a hidden rope that connected two torches into what looked like only one. Igniting the other torch end, she started spinning the flames around her via the roped middle. Crowd gasped on more than one occasion when it looked like she might get hit. All by design of course. Her style was more passionate and reckless than some people she'd seen. Being all technical was boring and dull. High sense of energy and danger is what the crowd wanted to see. 

After five minutes of hop stepping, gyrating and grooving to her music, she moved to the third and final stage. Fire breathing. In one hand was a bottle filled with gasoline, lighter in the other. The trick to this was making shapes that the crowd would enjoy. Today, a small chubby cheeked girl stood in the front row. Large butterfly logo adorning her shirt. Girl would soon have the best moment of her life. Raising the bottle, she squirted half the contents into her mouth. In one motion she flicked open the Zippo lighter, blowing the gasoline outward. Beautiful flaming butterfly sprang forth into the air, wings seeming to flap in the breeze. With another swig of gas, she produced a second smaller butterfly, child to the parents of course. The two butterflies rose upwards before disappearing. As if they had flown away.

Children squealed with excitement, parents exchanging surprised looks, unsure how Red had actually done what she had. Look of the parents as they tried in vein to find a logical explanation always amused her. They lacked the wonder that their children did. It didn't matter how it was done. Just that it was done. The why's didn't matter. It's why she liked kids and Rascal and a few other carnival members. 

“That concludes the show folks. Feel free to ask questions if you have them!” She gave a bow, preparing for the on rush of children.