Meanwhile, over at the fair, a father's leading his bored-looking son through the fun house. Despite the fact that this kid looks like he's about five years old, he's expertly flicking his thumbs around the PSP in his hands, completely ignoring the blacklit devils and bats and three-headed babies in jars that surround him. The dad, oblivious in his own way, continues yammering to himself as the kid wanders into a corner of the hall, in front of the aforementioned three-headed babies in jars. He happens to lift his eyes from the PSP in time to see John Wayne Gacy's reflection wiggling his fingers at him on this particular exhibition cabinet's glass. The kid slowly turns around, but there's no one behind him, and when he redirects his attention back to the exhibition cabinet, the clown's reflection has vanished. The father, noticing the change in his son's demeanor, bends down to ask the kid -- "Evan" -- what gives. "I...I saw a clown!" Hee. And I hope when you see that clown again, it eats your overindulged ass, too, you little brat. "Don't be afraid of clowns," Dad Of Evan foolishly counsels. "They're nice -- they're your friends." Yeah, be sure to remind him of that when he's watching John Wayne Gacy rip your liver out of your torso with his teeth, Dad. Ooops! Spoiler!