The carnival returns

One bright, crisp Halloween day, the carnival returned.

No posters. No warning in advance. It was just sitting at the edge of town, in an empty field, as if it had never left. Bonnie Driscoll, now the town sheriff, was the first to notice.

She went straight to the house of Susie Snook, who was now a world-famous writer of horror stories. "Susie," she said urgently. "The carnival's back."

"I knew this day would come," said Susie, jumping out of bed and pulling on her clothes. She gave Bonnie a kiss, since the two women had long since admitted to each other they were both lesbians and in love, and said "But it ends here. We have to destroy it."

"How?"

"I have an idea."

By the time Bonnie and Susie made it back to the carnival grounds, half a dozen other women were already there. Peggy Jackson, still the mayor, gave them a sharp nod and said "Good to see you."

"It's evil," said Susie, looking at the closed carnival gates. They were painted to resemble the face of a giant grinning clown, with doors inside its open mouth. "Pure evil."

"I know," said Peggy, nodding gravely. "Hasn't it spent the last several years, or however long it's been, tormenting every single one of us?"

"Perhaps it never truly left," Bonnie said.

"Perhaps," said Susie. "But I've spent a lot of time over the last several years, or however long it's been, learning all about the occult for my books. And I think I know a way we can shut it down for good."

"How?"

"The heart of the carnival is Trapp. We need to pull his pants down and let everyone see his tiny penis."

"Makes sense," said Bonnie, thoughtfully. "It shouldn't be too hard. I mean, he's tiny."

"Right. I'm actually very confident about this plan."

"That's good, because the gates are creaking open. Let's go!"