After barely surviving sandstorms and sarcophagi, the crazy mushrooms now find themselves in a shadowy world of suspense and strings. Every creak of the floorboards, every flutter of feathers above... someone’s watching. Is it paranoia, or just the director’s cut? In the world of Alfred Hitchcock there’s no such thing as a harmless mushroom...
After barely surviving sandstorms and sarcophagi, the crazy mushrooms now find themselves in a shadowy world of suspense and strings. Every creak of the floorboards, every flutter of feathers above... someone’s watching. Is it paranoia, or just the director’s cut? In the world of Alfred Hitchcock there’s no such thing as a harmless mushroom...