You see an old rusted pickup truck driving down a highway with a town in the distance behind it pouring black smoke and orange fire into the air. The truck keeps driving for about an hour until it gets to a smaller town that is having a carnival. The truck parks, Mr. Tickles steps out. He walks through the midway, glaring at people and heckling the game barkers. He stops when he gets to the game where youthrow a dart at a balloon. He sees a man with white face paint punch a kid who threw a dart at his head. Tickles walks up to the man and tells him, “Follow me.” Off drives the pickup truck away from a carnival that has turned into a three-alarm inferno. The rest is history… and beatings.