The audience has to get much closer to the Bilge Pumps than is Federally recommended during a noisy strech at the faire.

You know? This picture can be considered dirty in so many ways.

Maroon invokes the power of Christ to smack down the audience... but make sure to leave their money intact.

By Sunday, we were so loud the belly dancers gave up and started dancing with us... much to John's delight.

Now, you really didn't think Blue could stay away from the mermaids, did ya?

Ah, now that's how it's done. Get 'em corrupted nice and early so you don't have to retrain 'em to break their good habits.

It's time to play the torture the mom game as we sing "Whiskey Johnny".

Now here are two faces only a mother could love... hopefully, not the same mother 'cause I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Looks like we finally went broadway with our own production of West Side Story.

John Crow the Cook gets the call in Harvey's absence to be our best dancer during "Cape Cod Girls".

Just in case you've always wondered... this is what the Bilge Pumps look like when you're on acid.