In the Carnival, there's only 2 types of love; Cloune Love and the love from the up above! And believe me, friend, the Clounes will laugh and joke whilst the Mymes and Harrles whip your punk ass to hell! Is your soul pure and worthy of being apart of the audience? Or will you get Clouned? In the act of crossing the mighty Trio; The motherfuckin' SCURRA!