Skippyjon Jones

At the center of the production, based on Judy Schachner's picture book, is Austen Nash Boone's utterly adorable turn as the show's title character, a Siamese cat, who, much to the chagrin of his mother (Jose Restrepo) and to the delight of his three siblings, has what politely could only be called a vivid imagination.

As the show begins, mama is teaching her little ones how to be feline, but Skippyjon is imagining himself to be all sorts of other creatures. His inventiveness earns him not only a dreaded timeout in his bedroom but also a demand for an essay on what it means to be a cat.

Skippyjon attempts to do as told, but playful minds can't be kept down for long, and in short order he's imagined himself to be a Chihuahua named Skipito, who's a bit like Don Quixote, and before one can hum the opening to "Cielito Lindo" ( the "Aye, yi, yi, yi" song), his room has transformed into a south of the border piazza (Rob Orodisio provides the fanciful scenic design). Soon Skipito is helping a nervous band of fellow Chihuahuas, known as Los Chimichanga, against a nasty bumble bee (also Restrepo who channels a Latin Yosemite Sam), who's out to steal all of their beans.

The fanciful tale is buoyantly supported by Bolin's tunes, where merengues, congas and tangos, with a musical theater flair, are prominently featured, and by Del Aguila's often clever lyrics ("Your complexion is fair/So you'll wear a sombrero" is one memorable example). Audiences can expect to walk out of the theater humming -- and perhaps even singing -- some of the pair's creations, perhaps no more so than "Crazy Loco," which amusingly and infectiously echoes Ricky Martin's "La Vida Loca."