This scene, some 60 years ago looks better than the panto that we have today, and they didn't even have a set.
Teenage tie and jean wearing lesbians need all the embroidered wool they can get this winter because that faux porcelain love bowl can get mighty cold.
That lepricorn looks like a right trickster maybe even a bit of a cunt. I wouldn't trust anything on his map and I think he stole that suit from an elf.
What a sword point and sharp moustache topped off with the most delightful flowing black ponytail, whatever severely outnumbered war he's fighting, he's no fool, for style.
This absurd little creature is; Noel Fielding's muse, the inspiration for the 60's sci-fi series timeslip and Queen of all liquorice shitters.
The baby, the stupid, little, recently born baby can do it. So why can't Frank or Nancy look at the camera? Because they're baby traffickers, that's why. Always looking for an exit even though they paid to get a portrait, that's just the way they work, god damn angular.