Picture this: you slip a whoopee cushion on the grand stage, then suddenly the whole auditorium turns into a living, breathing echo chamber, and you launch into a whirlwind of strobe lights, slapstick, and confetti—every prank twist a cue for a new dance move. The audience gasps, you shout, “Encore!” while the lights flicker like a heartbeat, and suddenly the joke becomes a full‑blown, chaotic spectacle that’s impossible to forget—because the only thing left to fear is that the applause will fade into silence.