A gigantic mother protecting her children from corporate conglomerates. A very ugly Ronald McDonald doing nasty things. And so on. Much of the music is pots and pans, and rhythm and beat. When the pots and pans brigade are too tired to walk, they climb the crossbeams on the lamp standards, and entertain us from above with drum beats on metal.
People dance through the streets.
Street theatre is everywhere. A group of three show how government is blinded and silenced by money, while corporations go fishing. A large group of 20 or 30 walks in lockstep to the march of a drum, all dressed in corporate suits and ties, movements synchronized including the stop to the look at the relentless watch, and the stop to hold the aching, breaking head. The rejection of a world run by corporate, capitalist elites is plain to see. People come dressed as sharks, ghouls, tycoons, carrying signs that make the impassioned case for democracy, for civil and national rights.