Grown men and women, in animal suits, dancing burlesque to an original, highly saucy version of “Oops, I Did It Again.” Do you need further convincing? Honestly, there’s really very little reason not to see Furlesque. It leaves you feeling light and bubbly and with a stitch (or is that an itch?) in your side from laughing. Given audience enthusiasm, you’ll feel more like you’re at the local pub than at a stage production — in the very best way possible. Poles are used liberally, there are more puns than you can shake a tail at and, for literary types, there are a slew of famous quotes from our writers in high society, delivered with the most sophisticated of British accents by a character named Chanticleer. There is a storyline, but I’d venture to say most people show up to enjoy the choreographed burlesque songs delivered by people in animal suits. Seekers of a story might be disappointed at the fairly universal “I want to do fill-in-the-blank, but fill-in-the-blank won’t let me” theme, although the details were thoughtfully written and the setting is certainly unique. Given that there’s parental death, songs and a herd of animals, my mind automatically went to The Lion King, but this is most definitely not a Disney production. We start off at the “Scratch and Sniff,” a furries' burlesque club owned by a man who took over for his sister when she died. With the club, he inherited the difficult role of parent over his niece, a feisty dancer-at-heart who just wants to don the guise of a member of the animal kingdom and let loose, damn it! Of course, he wants better for her life, and it’s this struggle that frames the main coming-of-age story that unfolds. The reconciliation at the end is a sweet moment.