It's not trying to be too clever; other jokes are corny. Literally corny.
Only two cast members are permanent: Scrooge ( or "Screw-idge", as the ghost of Christmas yet to come put it on Thursday) and Bobbi Cractchitt (Bree Peters, who sings the show's small handful of songs by Joseph Moore beautifully).
Gareth Williams as Scrooge holds the work together marvellously with great comic timing and a repertoire of toothy reactions. He's wonderfully Scroogey: "The decorated corpse of a baby tree isn't going to keep the [Grim] Reaper from the door," he snaps.
Cameos include the semi-famous impersonating the famous: among those affectionately caricatured are a former Prime Minister and a top-level journalist. On Thursday, Ian Hughes channelled the barking Mad Butcher doing "barbeque sorcery" with a pair of chicken drumstick maracas as excellently as if he were on Stars in Their Eyes.
But who knows? Peter Leitch could be Cameron Rhodes, Michael Hurst, Bryony Skillington or Byron Coll on the night you attend.
Charlie Baptist's costumes are entertainingly pantomime. You're in safe silly hands. Leave the Christmas stress at home, pick up a wine and enjoy the froth.
If you book online it's $30; door sales $35.
What: A Basement Christmas Carol
Where: The Basement Theatre, to December 21