The Redford Institute for the Psychologically Impaired is just one among many such facilities these days, but it remains special in a rather peculiar way. The patients it houses are of a certain devious variety that, for one reason or another, have altogether missed being washed (and let me tell you, it isn't anything so pleasant as a bubble bath). But I digress Redford is quite the exciting place. There's pants, toast, and curious happenings (a disturbingly delectable mix including bamfing trees, zombie fever, and body-swapping) that all clearly agree something is fundamentally and absolutely wrong. But if you walk through that door... Join the newly-arrived patients of Redford as they struggle to make some sort of sense out of a world that intends to do anything but. ... (There's cake.)