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Even if you entered the Timber Lake Playhouse’s Boeing-Boeing unaware that author Marc Camoletti’s play was a farcical comedy – its elbow-in-the-ribs title somehow not divulging that information – all it would take is one look at Nathan Dahlkemper’s scenic design to know that some serious slapstick was bound to be in store.

Based on the justly celebrated 1974 nonfiction by Studs Terkel, the musical Working is a two-act series of vignettes on the joys and frustrations of professional life, and the search for satisfaction in even the most mundane of careers. It’s somewhat ironic, then, that in the Timber Lake Playhouse’s current, wholly engaging, superbly performed production of the show, the most effective segment in it concerns a man who actually doesn’t work for a living.

On any given day, the musical I consider my all-time favorite will either be Sweeney Todd or Guys & Dolls ... unless that day is the day after I’ve seen a production of Guys & Dolls, in which case it’s the clear winner. Heaven knows there are plenty of entertaining, tune-filled warhorses from Broadway’s golden era, but do any of them have the effervescent fizz and pop of composer/lyricist Frank Loesser’s 1950 triumph, a beautifully constructed musical comedy so funny and clever and sweet that it can keep you happy and humming for hours – like, 100 hours – after it ends?

When attending a detective spoof with the title Red Herring, you probably shouldn’t expect its storyline(s) to hold together in a way that makes much sense, and Michael Hollinger’s farcical noir seems particularly all-over-the-map; somehow, in 130 minutes, the play’s author squeezes in adultery, bigamy, murder, treason, neutron-bomb testing, the McCarthy hearings, a show-tune-loving Soviet, and a top-secret microfilm stashed in a block of Velveeta.

Peppy, cheeky, and somewhat unsatisfying – though in ways that are rarely the fault of its current Timber Lake Playhouse presentation – Flight of the Lawnchair Man boasts a friendly spirit, a number of witty and weird diversions, and a brisk running time, clocking in (with the intermission) at a mere 105 minutes. Yet for all of its strengths, and unlike its determined hero, this musical comedy never really takes off. Director Chuck Smith’s production is ingeniously designed and energetically performed, but the show itself is a little bit You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown, a little bit The Wedding Singer, and a little bit Bat Boy, and about as stylistically awkward as that description implies.