Rapscallion tap into the universal fear of all things dental in Crooked Teeth. The world is at the mercy of a dastardly dental empire. Toothpaste manufacturers have been forced to close; dentists have been disappearing in mysterious circumstances, teeth have been ripped from the jaws of innocent adults and children. Don Clack, intrepid hack with the Furrock Gazette, is on the case, along with Earnest Andworthy, the nerdish fall guy.

A cross between Raiders of the Lost Ark and a Victorian melodrama, Crooked Teeth follows the hapless pair as they go in search of the sinister perpetrator of the aforementioned dental crimes, Miss D'Tooth. In hot pursuit is Miss D'Tooth's unlikely hench-person Esther Pumple, a genial master of disguise. A trail of clues lead the trio into the jungle where they grapple with poisonous spiders, narrowly escape being a lunchtime treat for a tribe of pygmy cannibals, and almost fall to their deaths crossing a ravine on a flimsy rope bridge. In a dazzling and deliberately confusing array of twists and turns, the plot becomes even more outlandish as Clack and Andworthy travel to Hawaii by canoe (with Pumple still on their trail) to gather the final clues which will lead them to D’Tooth's lair.

Slickly produced and hugely entertaining, Rapscallion get their teeth stuck into this convoluted slice of tomfoolery with vast amounts of energy. Sometimes the company's full-throttled enthusiasm is a little too overpowering for the size of the venue. Their slapstick farce could also benefit from a little more modulation in pace and pitch. However, this demented adventure is loads of fun and infinitely more enjoyable than a trip to the dentist.