Carnival Manager: Hey, you, up there. Come on down, now. I wanna talk to you. Come on. Ain't nothin' to be afraid of. I just want a few words. Come on. I just want to give you your lighter back. What are y'all doing up there? You know you're trespassing on private property. Come on. You have to sooner or later; there ain't no other way outta here. Come on, now! There ain't no reason to be afraid of him. He's harmless. Once he's been fed. All right. All right, have it your way...Finders, keepers. Losers, weepers.