Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.
Mr Twit has a very hairy face. His beard is spiky and smelly. It also contains cornflakes, sardines and even some stilton.
Mrs Twit is equally as foul and she hates Mr Twit just as much as Mr Twit hates her.
The Twits really are the most spiteful and revolting couple you could ever hope to meet. They spend their days playing wicked tricks on each other and mistreating Muggle-Wump monkeys. They also have a particularly sticky trick to catch Roly-Poly birds for their bird pies.
But not for much longer because the monkeys have a cunning plan to teach those terrible twits a lesson.
Rose Theatre Kingston and Curve Leicester's mischievous new production, directed by Max Webster (The Lorax at The Old Vic), promises to be just as disgusting and repulsive as earth worms disguised as spaghetti – the perfect Easter treat for all the family.