Pearl (sits at the campfire): Well, I reckon I'll try an' come up with a real humdinger of a tale. *scratches chin* Hmmm. I reckon the scariest time in mah life was when I was --.
Spike: Thin?
Pearl (smirks at Spike): Boy, you bettah be glad I feel I EARNED all this junk in mah trunk! Ahem. When I was a teenager, I was bustin' out o' mah seams, tryin' ta make mah way in the cold, cruel world. I went up an' joined the circus with a cute lil' lizard named Buttons. We were made for each other. There weren't a moment we weren't stuck together like glue. Anyhow, one fateful day, Buttons decided he was gonna make the audiences happy with a cannon. He packed that thing up with gunpowder for an hour.
Cotterpin: O_O And he blew up?
Pearl (shakes her head): Heck no! You know how much he weighed? Ain't no lil' firecracker gonna launch some megaton piece o' fine meat, y'know. *chuckles* Anyway, he done set it up right an' everything, stuffed his lil' self in to the cannon, an' lit the fuse. *long pause*
Pearl (claps hard finally): BAM! He done flew straight through the tent an' landed right on a bullseye!
Spike (nearly falling asleep): Are we gonna get to da scary part now?
Pearl (scratching her head): Well, actually, the ringleader was plumb sure Buttons was gonna land on the audience, an' he had a heart attack an' died right there on the spot.
Cotterpin: Golly.
Pearl (nods): O' course, that was before the autopsy found out Buttons had landed on that ringleader, but whatever. *shrugs* But evah since that night, on that very spot, the ringleader's voice would announce the act, no matter what was goin' on.
Spike: -_- You can't REALLY t'ink dat was creepy.
Pearl (shrugs): Well, we didn't quite know how ta pay a ghost for his services. The red tape ALONE was a right nightmare.
Spike (facepalms): Will someone PLEASE get a good story goin'?