Audience Participation Pandemonium
"DRAGON!" yells a kid in row three. "TALKING PIZZA!" hollers someone's grandma. "ALIEN GRANDMA!" shouts an actual grandma.
You spin in your cape, sweat soaking your collar. "Behold!" you cry. "A pizza-breathing dragon, ridden by my alien nana!" The crowd loses it. Backstage, the director is chewing a clipboard.