I'm guessing it'll be a heck of a story. I don't want this place full of show people. If you let me in, I'll see to it that no other carnies ever bother you. So Peter okays it. I hear there's a red one in Hell.
Red one is carny talk for a town where fairs fare well.
Well, the minute the carnies hear that, they turn right around and run straight to the Inferno. About a hundred years goes by. Then one afternoon St. Peter is sitting by the gate when he notices our carny, carrying a suitcase and sneaking toward the door. I just can't stand it. I tell all those carnies there's a red one in Hell, and they all believe me and go down there, and not a single one of 'em ever makes it back.