It's that time you've all been been waiting for... Or at least one of them. Have you got your ticket? If so, show it to the one at the tent's entrance and you'll be ushered into the pitch darkness inside. Don't worry about tripping, you're being guided by... are those claws? Oh my. Soon enough, you're seated and left to listen as everyone else is brought inside. When the tent is full, or at least full enough, there's a moment of silence before Joker's loud voice suddenly booms out. In the utter blackness of the big top, it's even louder than normal.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN, TRAINERS FROM ALL OVER JOHTO AND KANTO! WELCOME... TO THE EVE'S GARDEN CIRCUS!"
As the lights blare out onto the ring, a whirlwind of Noibats burst out as the sound of their flapping leathery wings fill the tent. Like magic, they disappear into the darkness behind the ring's light. Standing there in the middle, proud and macabre in his skeletal makeup with his bat bow tie perfectly arranged, is Joker with a leering grin. His ringleader's cane is twirled about deftly in his fingers. His voice booms out grandly, just like always.
"Don't be afraid of that icy chill snakin' down yer backs, everyone, because our darin', life defyin', heart stoppin' show has only just begun! Here, in this devil's ring, you'll see a strongman whose giant's hands could grind anyone's bones here ta dust! Our trapeze artists might as well have struck a deal with the devil himself with how they fly through the air, and don't get charmed away by our siren's deviously tempting singing voice! All that and more, folks, as we give our fair tribute ta the grand ol' Pumpkin King! So sit tight, and let us give ya the show of a lifetime!"
The Big Show
When the tent is full, or at least full enough, there's a moment of silence before Joker's loud voice suddenly booms out. In the utter blackness of the big top, it's even louder than normal.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN, TRAINERS FROM ALL OVER JOHTO AND KANTO! WELCOME... TO THE EVE'S GARDEN CIRCUS!"
As the lights blare out onto the ring, a whirlwind of Noibats burst out as the sound of their flapping leathery wings fill the tent. Like magic, they disappear into the darkness behind the ring's light. Standing there in the middle, proud and macabre in his skeletal makeup with his bat bow tie perfectly arranged, is Joker with a leering grin. His ringleader's cane is twirled about deftly in his fingers. His voice booms out grandly, just like always.
"Don't be afraid of that icy chill snakin' down yer backs, everyone, because our darin', life defyin', heart stoppin' show has only just begun! Here, in this devil's ring, you'll see a strongman whose giant's hands could grind anyone's bones here ta dust! Our trapeze artists might as well have struck a deal with the devil himself with how they fly through the air, and don't get charmed away by our siren's deviously tempting singing voice! All that and more, folks, as we give our fair tribute ta the grand ol' Pumpkin King! So sit tight, and let us give ya the show of a lifetime!"