The pair threw everything into the mix, which added to the sense of chaos. There were painful puns and plentiful bum gags (it rivals Mrs Brown’s Boys for scatalogical fixation). There was slapstick violence in the vein of their trademark frying pan fights, here replaced by punches, slaps and a walloping with a wrench. There were deceptively catchy songs, Czech-style puppetry and surreal visual sequences involving marrows, trampolines and elastic testicles.