Submitted for your approval, a tale from the twisted, tweaked mind of Mr. Paul Thomas. Welcome to Venture Lane, a perfectly ordinary street in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood, where the white picket fences, manicured lawns and identical abodes combine to create the façade of a small town not unlike any other small town, and, not surprisingly, populated by that particularly small-minded breed of Homo sapiens known as the “surburbanite.”

It is, on the surface, a kinder, gentler time, when manners were minded, men were men, and women wore garters not to arouse but to keep their stockings up. But just below this peaceful pretense roils a kinky cauldron of lustful longing—and the inevitable infidelity that invariably accompanies it.

Enter Mrs. Patty Magruder, played by the fetching and talented Kimberly Kane. Mrs. Magruder is a model citizen, a warn-hearted, churchgoing American whose mind, when compared to her fellow citizens, is wide open—and whose legs are about to follow. For Mrs. Magruder has just stumbled upon the new couple on the block, a Mr. and Mrs. Stone, and though she senses there is something unusual about this particular pair, she cannot even begin to imagine the carnal chaos that they are about to unleash on this unsuspecting and semingly serene street.

In a matter of moments, Mrs. Magruder and her righteous, Bible-thumping clique of hypocritical peers will lose their minds, followed by their inhibitions, and soon discover that lesbianism, orgies and taking enormous wieners up the wazoo are not solely the perversions peddled by the plethora of prolific parody purveyors whose pabulum populates Porn Valley, but also part of PT’s post-modern morality play that proves there is not always parity among parodies, especially on Venture Lane—a throbbing thoroughfare that runs straight though the heart of a place we call The Twilight Zone. (Or more precisely, to make our attorneys happy, The Twilight Zone Porn Parody.)