The random policeman returns with more information, this time about dearly departed Louise Trapeze, who seems to have not been so innocent after all. Turns about Ms. Trapeze was a hired gun, and I'd guess that Louise Trapeze isn't even her real name. (It's probably something like Meg
Num or Suzi or Bebe
Gunn.) Learning this, Tracy immediately concludes that the people at the circus don't like each other. (I'm not sure I'd agree, but I'm not a detective.) He also once more forgets to put in his pupils and scares the
bejeezus out of everyone. (It's a conspiracy, I tell ya! Somewhere out there, probably trapped in another dimension or cell of some kind is the Tracy we all know and love. Someday he's going to escape and take care of this doppelganger. Someday, but not today.)
Moving along, Agent
Ennen steps in and adds some more information about Louise, who was apparently faking her act. Now, call me crazy, but were I a hired gun who had to infiltrate a circus and fake my way around, I can think of a lot of acts that are a lot easier to fake than that of the trapeze artist. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that take skill and training? It really doesn't seem like something you can just walk in off of the street and do. Ringo doesn't even seem to consider this and immediately goes back to his "Woe is me! Whatever shall I do!" routine (which I for one am getting a little sick of). He then decides to put the blame for this predicament on the FBI and just refuses to believe that being in so visible a position as the ringmaster of a circus could attract unwanted attention, especially for someone on the run from people who want him dead (and you know that this whole thing is probably his fault anyway. The FBI wanted to put him in a nice quiet little neighborhood and give him a job as a shopkeeper, but he had always wanted to run away to the circus and made them send him there instead.).
Ignoring the ravings of a lunatic, Agent
Ennen turns to Tracy and calmly continues telling him what else she's found out, mainly that things are not as they seem at this particular circus (and if she had said that they were, I wouldn't have believed her anyway, so there). Meanwhile, a shadowy figure with a gun takes aim at something and he's either announcing himself or talking to himself. Either way, looks like Agent
Ennen might be in trouble, unless it's one of those guns with the BANG! flags. Speaking of guns, where is Mr. Pops?
The random policeman returns with more information, this time about dearly departed Louise Trapeze, who seems to have not been so innocent after all. Turns about Ms. Trapeze was a hired gun, and I'd guess that Louise Trapeze isn't even her real name. (It's probably something like Meg Num or Suzi or Bebe Gunn.) Learning this, Tracy immediately concludes that the people at the circus don't like each other. (I'm not sure I'd agree, but I'm not a detective.) He also once more forgets to put in his pupils and scares the bejeezus out of everyone. (It's a conspiracy, I tell ya! Somewhere out there, probably trapped in another dimension or cell of some kind is the Tracy we all know and love. Someday he's going to escape and take care of this doppelganger. Someday, but not today.)
Moving along, Agent Ennen steps in and adds some more information about Louise, who was apparently faking her act. Now, call me crazy, but were I a hired gun who had to infiltrate a circus and fake my way around, I can think of a lot of acts that are a lot easier to fake than that of the trapeze artist. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that take skill and training? It really doesn't seem like something you can just walk in off of the street and do. Ringo doesn't even seem to consider this and immediately goes back to his "Woe is me! Whatever shall I do!" routine (which I for one am getting a little sick of). He then decides to put the blame for this predicament on the FBI and just refuses to believe that being in so visible a position as the ringmaster of a circus could attract unwanted attention, especially for someone on the run from people who want him dead (and you know that this whole thing is probably his fault anyway. The FBI wanted to put him in a nice quiet little neighborhood and give him a job as a shopkeeper, but he had always wanted to run away to the circus and made them send him there instead.).
Ignoring the ravings of a lunatic, Agent Ennen turns to Tracy and calmly continues telling him what else she's found out, mainly that things are not as they seem at this particular circus (and if she had said that they were, I wouldn't have believed her anyway, so there). Meanwhile, a shadowy figure with a gun takes aim at something and he's either announcing himself or talking to himself. Either way, looks like Agent Ennen might be in trouble, unless it's one of those guns with the BANG! flags. Speaking of guns, where is Mr. Pops?
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