After crashing an ancient, illusory high-society masquerade using terrible fake accents and denim jorts, the party accidentally shatters the magic to reveal their fancy new friends are actually just a bunch of highly offended brains in jars.

Surviving a laser-breathing cyborg dragon requires indestructible jorts, cleaning a gas-filled room with a fireball, and handing a sentient axe to an iron golem for the ultimate robot smackdown.

Doug fights a funky rhythm curse in his jorts while the party escapes a flamethrower siege, only to face a cyborg dragon that gives a whole new meaning to heavy metal.

Armed with golden jorts and a penguin with a flintlock, the party's dungeon retail therapy is cut short by a dragon-riding bard belting out David Bowie lyrics.

He-Rax discovers that ancient telescopes charge a literal entry fee of one eyeball, forcing an emergency transplant with a slimy spare, while a shapeshifter makes off with the party's tactical allergy medication.

Tuuki channels his inner pop star to obliterate a zombie horde with a giant sun sphere, while the rest of the party celebrates by looting magical toast and trying on the dead villain's dress.

After a severed toe swap turns a noblewoman into literal building supplies, the group must rely on a questionable repairman disguise to survive the gaze of Waterdeep's most paranoid crime boss.

Doug's lackluster creme brule fails to impress a gourmet kobold chef, sparking a chaotic retreat that involves a halfling meat shield, exploding barrels, and a furious Mind Flayer.

Between staging an awkward intervention and binge-watching ancient history on a magic rock, the crew learns that their spectral bartender takes "Last Call" very seriously when assassins come knocking.

Between Doug's strategic window defenestration and Urstul's explosive decapitation, the party manages to loot a beer coupon and a pair of cursed boots that force the wearer to scream "Parkour!" during every jump.