IT defied belief, but on Wednesday evening two men in their pajamas and stockinged feet brought the cast - or a large proportion of it - of Alexander Dumas' Three Musketeers to The Courtyard stage in the most surreal interpretation of the classic novel you're likely to see - 2 Men 3 Musketeers.

Pajamas, it has to be said, are an unlikely costume in which to summon the wealth and lavishness of the French court, but the inventiveness and sheer madness of the characterisations - most notably in a Cardinal Richelieu who was a dead ringer for Jabba the Hut, created in a masterclass of physical and vocal transformation by Shenoah Allen - proves not just hilarious but strangely convincing!

Richelieu apart, other stand-out moments in a consistently laugh-out-loud show included one scene delivered in the style of a high school production - lines spoken too fast, intonation absent and a limp lack of interest palpable - and others in which Shenoah and pajama partner Mark Chavez turned chairs (the only props or set) to the back of the stage to become Diane and Nadine, members of the audience at a complete loss to keep up with what was going on.

D'Artagnan wants to join the musketeers and leaves for Paris, making the journey, bizarrely, aboard a centaur, conjured with camp aplomb by Mark Chavez. There he becomes involved in the plot to save the Queen from the Machiavellian machinations of the evil Cardinal - the barest bones of Dumas (centaur obviously not included) provided the structure on which these two acknowledged kings of improv built an hour's unalloyed silliness - and what's not to love about that?