This is a good one. That's as far as I'll go, though. If I told you what it was, I'd lose my wonderful misdirect.

Yes, it's time for another almost-enjoyable episode of Laurie Davidson's star vehicle, Will! This week, Burbage gets negged, Will learns what a play is, Marlowe has a butt party, and Presto is also here.

We covered every version of "Tomorrow"... OR DID WE!? Time for us to cover the final filmed version by reviewing the ENTIRE made-for-TV sequel, "Annie: A Royal Adventure", or "Blitz? What Blitz?"

Annie draws to a close, as we look at some muddled finales, as well as one lovely finale that's like half an hour from the end of the movie somehow.

HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR THESE CHILDREN'S MUSICALS TO GET HORNT UP. Time for "Easy Street".

Let's go to the movies this week, because the city's ours! Which city? NYC! That's right, it's three different songs serving the same narrative function. One is good because of the writing, one is okay because of the acting, and one is GARBAGE.

Well, my arms are repaired! And it's time to break from the films for an EXCRUCIATINGLY deep dive into the emoji-only translation of "It's The Hard-Knock Life". Also, we take a quick break to analyze the Austin Powers franchise. And, weirdly, predict a plot point from The Batman several months before its release.

Hello! For those of you that follow me (Brian) on the socials, it turns out I broke both of my elbows. So the show is going to go on hiatus for a couple of weeks, because as I found out uploading this weeks Tinseltown, you use your elbows a surprising amount while typing and editing, which REALLY hurts. But I should be good to go before too long, and in the meantime, please enjoy this Tinseltown from a couple of weeks ago, in which we Annie it up. My special thanks to speech-to-text, which is able to properly capitalize Tinseltown. Nice work.

It's time for "I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here" at last! Brian mostly spends this episode defending slumming theatre legends!

The Responsible Boyz are NOT, as it turns out, doing "I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here", which is fun and pleasant and plot-relevant. No, we're doing "Little Girls", which is a mean and bad song designed to lure older actresses to the set.