. . . talent scout Porky Pig auditions twelve folks (including one mutt, but NOT counting the mites in his "flea circus," or the pigeons that fly another handler's coop). Demographically, Porky's wannabes are comprised of 11 males and one female. This lone representative of the fair sex literally lays an egg, causing a swift end to her aspirations (and an even quicker boot for Tweety Bird's cameo appearance). Porky is pretty discriminating. He confides to CURTAIN RAZOR viewers that a trio consisting of Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Al Jolson is not "classy" enough for his taste. Ditto for the guy who dives from an accordion platform raised hundreds of feet into a "standard-sized drinking glass." A persistent fox finally does get a chance to make his mark by guzzling a punch consisting "Atomic Powder" in solution, liquid TNT, topped off with a gasoline chaser. Unfortunately for Mr. Fox, his is the sort of act which inevitably goes off with a bigger bang in rehearsal (or audition) than it can at regularly scheduled performances.