A giddy (and do not miss what happens when The New Yorker infiltrates -- like Thurber (ah, there Mitty), like Perelman (dig those puns), like E. B. White (catch you on the precision job))-""surbourbonia"" fantod whams out on a tea cup miniature of absurd calamities. Augie pool, cartoonist whose ideas are more valuable than his pictures, and his wife, Isolde, plan to adopt and their references feel they have fouled up the chances and from there on -- is skyrockets and sparklers for household and personal upheaval. For Augle's collection of extra-marital duties threatens him with fatherhood -- and that mistress leaves her child with the one agency that offers them a child; meanwhile The Towns- man's editor takes on an equal culpability in those same curriculum plus gestures but slides out safely?- and with the adopted baby bassineted at the Pools -- Isolde pregnant -- well you have had an energetic improvisation. If in this sour-sweet hell-broth you do not get a laugh -- you must be taking your feather fussing too seriously. Ah come on and escape to Moot Point, find out about block busters (psychiatrists) and join in a name changing, phrase collecting madhouse. It's fun. And smart and special.