"Oh, I ain't expectin' you to kidnap p...*cough* *cough*....people."
"I like you kid. You got a good way of lookin' about things. You don't sugar coat nuthin'. You also call things like they are. For that' I'm gonna give you treat."
He reached behind his back and pulled out a large lollipop. It was one of those oversized, swirling lollipops, colors of orange and blue. But the colors were faded and the lollipop was covered with lint.
"No magic there. Just a good ol' fashion treat." He offered, continuing to speak as he waited for Shawn to accept the lint-covered, decayed-looking sweet.
"Kid. You're an actor. I don't expect you to work with no brute force. You gotta act. Act like you're on the silver screen or like its part of a show under the big top. It's all part of the show kid." Mr. Cherrywinks explained. And as he did, his eyes widened in a horrifying gaze. Shawn could see the features of the Clown's face much more clearer now. There where what appeared to be lice crawling in and around Cherrywinks' red, matted hair. His jagged teeth were yellowed and each one had a slight barb on the end.
"So, it's like this." Mr. Cherrywinks continued
"If you pick Roger to bring me, then you go and act like you're one of the kids in Minnesota. You know, just hangin' around and playing in the snow. Hell, kid, I might even show up to play too. But really, you'll be out there acting. Acting like you're one of them. You use the Book to bring Roger back here after ya' convince him that you're a friend."
"It's all part of the show under the Big Top kid. If you choose ...*cough* *cough*.*cough* *cough*.*cough* *cough*...." he broke off, the fit of coughing somewhat uncontrollable. Then, as Cherrywinks gagged, a large cockroach fell to the floor from somewhere in his hair around his left ear. It chittered along the worn carpet and out of sight.
"Choose...Dawn...eeurmm." He cleared his throat.
"Choose Dawn. Then you stay here in the Circus until you find her. You act like you're here to help. You convince her like you're a friend. You find that brat and you bring her here on top of the hill. To this tent." He emphasized with one ragged, Clown-gloved hand.
"If you choose Jeremy. Then kid, you gotta use the Fortune Teller's Babble Book. You gotta change into an adult. Like a costume on a movie set. Jeremy ain't gonna trust no kid. He's too young for that. He ain't got no friends. The kids only 2 and a half, ya see? No. You gotta come in an take 'em. You gotta pretend that you're a friend of the family or somethin'. Convince him to go with you. Use the Book to bring him back here."
"You see kid? It ain't about bein' ten years old. It's about acting. You like acting, don't ya kid?"