These cautionary tales are terrific fun, poised somewhere between Shockheaded Peter and Roald Dahl's nastiest stories. Small children may not entirely get the point, but grownups will enjoy this trip back to the nursery, where all the cruel children have been let loose and are crying for attention.
Some of these vignettes are wistful, such as the story of Thingummyboy, a child so self-effacing that nobody remembers him and he just fades away. Or the tale of Manky Mingus, who smells so bad that even the flies won't follow him around and who is eventually carted off by the binmen.
But it is the wicked, wayward children who are most memorable: Tumb, who is so hungry he swallows his own mum, and Little Tilly, who tells fibs so terrible that the tales start to follow her around as she sprouts a tail of lies. Tilly's fate is threaded through the show's wittily scripted and visually inventive 60 minutes. Tumb's expanding tum is created with umbrellas of increasing circumference, and the use of outsize masks and puppet heads makes the show look like something drawn off kilter from a child's perspective.
The pleasures and lurking perils of the nursery are conjured with some nifty shadow play, and the cast - who look like they have raided the dressing-up box and mum's makeup - are enormously versatile. It may be small in scope and scale, but the show raises a warped little smile with a pointed script, live musical accompaniment and every physical theatre trick in the box.
· Until August 27. Box office: 0131-556 6550.
