Growing up in Chicago, we had our own locally-produced tv shows that are rather...infamous. "Gigglesnort Hotel" caught some national attention, but it was a spinoff/continuation of an earlier show called "BJ and Dirty Dragon."

These shows were demented.

BJ was the only human, all the other characters being very surreal-looking puppets. He had a fire-breathing dragon (or dryice-breathing) who lived under his desk. In one episode, Dirty Dragon organized a club that wore sheets over their heads and wanted to get rid of the undisreables. (he was a dragon. Get it?)

They would occasionally be visited by a creature called blob, who was a big lump of clay on a gliding pedestal. We would always enter the scene crying his heart out. He spoke in gibberish that only BJ could understand. He was formless, but BJ would shape the clay into something nice, perhaps a fireman or something that would make Blob happy, who would then go his merry way. Talk about identity crisis.

They were occasionally bombed by Lemonhead, who would fly overhead and drop bombs on them.

When the show became "Gigglesnort Hotel," there was a senile character on the top of the hotel who was convinced that the hotel was a ship and was always trying to steer it with his wheel.

I'm not using he words "demented" or "surreal" loosely. Although I liked the show a lot (and would happily buy it on DVD now if it were available), this is the only show that had the potential to scare me.