Brandy is a bored housewife who is preparing for a Halloween party at her home. She desperately wishes that her life was more exciting than some dumb Halloween party. a phone call interrupts her reflections, and a friend tells her not to use the tank she left to fill the balloons, as it's the wrong tank, and filled with laughing gas. Brandy's curiosity is piqued, and she gives the gas a try, but passes out. When she wakes up, she finds herself chained in a dungeon, and to her disbelief, she looks like the Bride of Frankenstein. Soon, her "creator" enters, and she tries to convince the man that there is some misunderstanding. But he doesn't reply, instead, subjecting his creation to a fiendish tickling, sending the poor, confused housewife into spasms of hilarity as she pleads for mercy. Tickling her relentlessly, all Brandy can do is laugh and laugh herself to distraction, as she is trapped in this strange reality. Will she ever escape? Does she want to?