Tricked and bamboozled by the fabulous Avant Garde, I, Crash Murphy, must act quickly to return the gold curtain and foil the crazed fashion designer’s diabolical plans. With Tommy sleeping soundly under an incalculable thread count, and Dolly disarmed after emptying her .38 into a doorknob, how will we possibly escape the theatre in time? Where could that tailor of terror have gone? What parade of pandemonium awaits us?