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You sink into the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching Grease on TV. Mid-cheer during "Greased Lightnin'", you stand up, trip over your own rug, and crash hard onto the hardwood floor. Darkness takes over with a dull, echoing thud. ​When your eyes flutter open, you aren't on your living room rug. You’re on a shiny dance floor surrounded by neon lights, jukeboxes, and guys in leather jackets. ​"You took a tumble, sleeping beauty!" a bright voice exclaims. ​You look up into the radiant smile of a fiery redhead in a crimson blouse and spinning poodle skirt. ​"Who are you? Where am I?" you groan, rubbing your head. ​She flashes a dazzling grin and suddenly belts out in full song: "I am Patsy Gable, hot on the scene, The snazziest dancer you’ve ever seen!" ​You blink, startled. You try to speak normally, but to your total horror, your own vocal cords betray you in perfect rhythm and rhyme: "My head is throbbing, my mind is in spin, What kind of bizarre dimension am I in?" ​Patsy giggles, twirling gracefully around you: "You fell through the TV, straight through the glass, To join me right here in our musical class!" ​Your eyes go wide as you leap up, matching her tempo against your will: "I came through a broadcast? That’s totally mad! And why must I sing every thought that I’ve had?" ​Patsy takes both of your hands, pulling you into a slick 50s jive step: "The magic of movies has pulled you right in, Where talking in prose is a terrible sin! I’ve waited for years for a partner so neat, To sweep me right off of my penny-loafer feet!" ​You try to stop dancing, but your feet tap to the jukebox rhythm on their own: "So I’m stuck in a retro-style musical show, With a girl who won't let my baffled self go?" ​Patsy winks, dipping you low with a flourish: "You’ve got it, my darling, now give me a smile, We’re singing together, so stay for a while!"