[ He's sorry for the abrupt subject change, but things were getting a bit dark. His mind was starting to wander down paths that lead back to his father, and to what his sister had done before he found himself in this place.

Malcolm doesn't really want to confront that right now. ]

Twizzlers are my favorite candy, but it's not really a carnival food, you know? [ They get in line at one of food stalls. ] If we're stuck here, we might as well at least enjoy some of the more positive things about a carnival.