Have some Lawrence Welk retrofuturism
Moon scooters. Dry ice. Bubble helmets. Forgotten chanteuses who sing like a French detergent commercial and wear frosted lipstick. They warble enchantingly and are named Sandi & Sally, because of course they are.
You want this in your life. You just don’t know it yet.
(I may insert a new scene in my novel-in-progress, specifically so this can be on the soundtrack.)
I kept waiting for the giant monster to come out and eat them.
That totally would’ve happened on the Muppet Show.