After miles of chaos and noise, the crazy mushrooms finally stop. Someone finds a faded backdrop in an abandoned photo studio and before anyone can protest they all squeeze together for a family portrait. One tilts sideways on a squeaky unicycle, another clings upside down from a ceiling fan, and a few insist on flexing like bodybuilders. The flash goes off. For a brief moment the wild parade is frozen in time, a perfectly awkward snapshot of pure mushroom madness.