We had a generator putting out 120/60 cycles for the video gear for the animation, and I don't know what else was plugged into it. Every technical problem that could be had, was had, including someone sabotaging the generator.
Rehearsals ended up happening throughout the night. At 2 am we are doing a puppet bit with a female character, and the Mr. Marketing (who really wants to direct) out front is playing with subtleties of performance. "Could you make her a little more Mary Tyler Mooreish?" I wanted to grab an exacto knife and make HIM a little more Mary Tyler Mooreish, and it wasn't even me, but our best voice guy doing the puppet.
Then there turns out to be too much show for the schedule, and we have the audience in there for three and four hours without a break. They are in no mood for comedy, and once, after a LONG session, the puppet stage starts to open, and the audience begins to hiss and boo.
I am doing the arms of a Julia Child-like puppet, so I return the sentiment to the audience (even though I am on their side) by doing a couple of Italian hand signals, then having the puppet start to unbotton her blouse. Unprofessional, to be sure, but I had been up for two days with no sleep. I'm allowed. We do get into the cooking bit, and I go to break an egg into a bowl, but I miss, and it hits the head of the puppeteer doing the puppet's head. He feels the yoke ooze down the side of his face....starts to laugh...falls off the stool he is sitting on...taking me and the puppet with him.