Imagine scores of leather-clad, at-risk teenagers rolling packs of cigarettes up in their sleeves, releasing ferrets from pet shops, sticking baseball cards in their bike spokes and just generally wreaking havoc. Now imagine them pacified -- walking in cheerful bunches past the malt shop, past the record store filled with sinful rock 'n' roll and even past the all-ages rock club. They're going to the Historic University Theater to watch improvisational comedy by those masters of the craft, the men and women of Jet City Improv. Thus the city is saved, and the kids are all right.
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