Bald Move

The only thing as incoherent—yet bizarrely compelling—as an episode of Deal or No Deal is going out on the town with the dealmaker himself, Howie Mandel. Around the time that the Canadian incarnation of his wacky game show launched on Global, the Toronto-born funnyman (whose depilated, gleaming pate appears to be spit-polished on a daily basis) was spotted on Queen Street West with a decidedly unusual entourage.

Following a dinner at the Rivoli, Mandel, wearing a black motorcycle jacket with reflectors on the shoulders, stopped in at the club’s back room, where Apostle of Hustle (i.e., Broken Social Scene’s Andrew Whiteman and friends) was playing a gig. Howie’s crew included a smaller but equally follicly challenged man—a kind of mini-Mandel—under a hamburger-size toupée. Suddenly Howie Jr. took to the dance floor. Before long, the little man was writhing and waggling his tongue while doing pelvic thrusts into the ground. A woman soon joined in on the dance, matching him grind for grind. Through it all, Mandel looked on from the back of the room, covering his mouth with a hat to hide his laughter, while another friend snapped pictures and elbowed him in disbelief. About 10 minutes later, the Mandel mob was gone, leaving a number of stunned onlookers in its wake. There must be something even more intoxicating than cash in those metal suitcases.—Kelly Pullen