If you thought a grown man dressed as Mary Poppins belting supercalifragilisticexpialidocious couldn’t give you goose bumps, think again.

For you see, all their lives Vincent and Dixie have never got the roles they really wanted, one could say they were born, Misscast.

While this may seem like a tale of woe, I promise you the duo’s musical exploration the roles they should have, could have and would have got will have you laughing, reminiscing and clapping along as you remember all the songs you sung into your hairbrush growing up.

As our two heroes take us through their most coveted musical theatre parts, their flair and raw talent for the discipline shines.

From a hilarious take on Dirty Dancing using only puppets, to an incredibly accurate impersonation of Grease’s Danny Zuko strutting school yard, the crowd were along for the journey from note one.

Never more-so than during Vincent’s impassioned rendition of the Barbra Streisand ballad, Don’t Rain On My Parade.

Stepping on stage with a presence matching Barbra’s own, he didn’t even need his fabulous outfit to build the atmosphere.

Four minutes later, Vincent had the audience ready to march out of the Spiegeltent and fight their trials and tribulations with the sass and audacity of no less than Barbra Streisand herself.

Vincent and Dixie’s pure joy in sharing some of their most cherished dreams and aspirations was palpable and truly a pleasure to experience.

My only hope is that they come back again next year, bigger and better with full live instrumentals.

Simply put, to miss Misscast, would be to miss a big hour of Fringe filled heart.