Most likely, it would involve wolves appearing suddenly when the audience was expecting something else, and then me escaping – possibly vertically up one of those long dangling silk scarves – until they'd been urged off the stage. (This part is probably done by you, but you might just be over in the wings as the familiar person they're aiming toward as opposed to the person trained in ushering them away.)
(And then, of course, I'm supposed to reappear from some other unexpected area, but that can be worked out later.)
So how are the wolves at being kept inside a box for a while and then unleashed?
We've got shows on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings, at the least, and usually a kid-friendly matinee on Saturdays as well. Paramnesia is at least nominally locatable via Google Maps, some brands of GPS device, and if all else fails looking up Mable Peabody's Beauty Parlor & Chainsaw Repair Night Club tends to get you the right location sooner or later.