Wolf Girl has that Riley Finn headache that only ever comes from an impending mental Chernobyl. The house is packed, because people are so generally worthless that A) having seen her attack someone last night, and B) hearing that she ate someone afterwards has whet their appetites, and every last person in Dirtytown is secretly hoping that she'll do something even more dangerous and shocking tonight, and they'll be there to see it.
FrankenCurry welcomes us to the Freak Show, warning us against eye contact, sudden moves, and outrageously xenophobic acts of violence. He gives us a biology lesson about how "carnivore" means "meat-eater," because this movie is banking on the idea that we know jack about science or the English language, and then tells some little kid with a mullet that if the Terrifying Wolf Woman were to smell the hot dog in his hand she'd probably eat his arm, psychologically scarring the child far beyond what his haircut could ever do.
"Tonight, you are about to witness one of nature's cruelest mistakes, a savage combination of woman and animal. But please, take pity: to us this creature is merely an oddity, so vile that we cannot help but stare and gape. But imagine what it must be like, to be so deformed. Imagine if it were you who were so revolting and disgusting to others. Imagine your horror as you looked into the mirror. Imagine, please, yourselves, if you were like her. If you were like a freak..."
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...Paris Hilton.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Wolf..." but he has to stop because Wolf Woman has grabbed FrankenCurry through the drapes surrounding her cage and is choking him to death! The Curse Of The Living Eyebrow starts yelling about how she killed Beau! It's pandemonium! If pandemonium means ten Canadians and some Sexy Romanians kind of hustling around! The tent falls down! A few freaks are somewhat jostled! What madness is unleashed at the beastly, clawed hands of...WOLF WOMAN!
There's a scary commercial about how to shrink puppies that are too fat, then a really creepy commercial where two squirrels slap paw after causing vehicular death, which is why you should insure with Geico, because car crashes are hilarious. Whatever. Some freak is pinned under a tent or something. The posse that Dr. Freeze mentioned at the beginning of the movie (but which has been apparently in deep-cover surveillance mode until just now) get their guns together. Marilyn Manson walks as though in a really boring dream through the carny wreckage. We are supposed to feel like the damage is some intense riot aftermath, but really it's like a couple of boards fell over and some freaks are walking around looking dejected. Wolf Woman crawls on her hands and feet in an ungainly manner toward ThrumCo.
Some sexy British lab tech girl: Hey Dr. Freeze, I guess I'm going home. Do you want me to set the alarms, or do you want Wolf Woman to come in here and eat you for no narrative reason without prior warning?