Stink. Stank. Spunk.

Brace yourself for the naughtiest holiday roast this side of Mt. Crumpit. Stink. Stank. Spunk. takes Dr. Seuss’s beloved classic, spikes it with spiked eggnog, and lets the glitter fly in a late-night musical parody that’s strictly for grown-ups. Follow our gloriously green anti-heroine as she claws through candy canes, crushes carols, and maybe—just maybe—discovers that Christmas (and a few other things) are bigger than she ever imagined. With a cast of shameless Whos, belt-it-to-the-rafters numbers, and enough double-entendres to light eight nights of candles, this over-the-top romp proves that the holidays are merrier when they’re messier. Leave the kids at home and come get your heart—and your sides—three sizes larger.