Enter the haunted chamber of The Gunge Plunge's most mischievous Halloween event to date. Our unfortunate contestant nominated by his own partner for crimes against fashion stands centre stage in a shiny, lurid pink spandex leotard with a tutu skirt and matching thigh-high stockings. A bold look and one begging for punishment.

The disembodied voice of our devilish host circles from the shadows, taunting and teasing as the challenge is laid out: land nine inflatable hoops onto a towering inflatable witch's hat, perched atop the dreaded inflatable bondage chair. Success means escape. Failure? Well you can guess.

The contestant flings, flails, and falters and the moment the final hoop misses, the Gunge Plunge awakens. The tank above rumbles. Slop bubbles. And in a glorious Halloween soaking, our shiny spandex victim is strapped in and completely engulfed in thick, sticky, steaming gunge. Head to toe. No mercy. And just in case you missed the best bits or want to savour the humiliation the gunging is captured from multiple angles, with replays of every gloriously messy moment.

But the mess doesn't end there.

In Part 2 the bonus "Sloppy Seconds" we return to the dungeon. The contestant, now left alone and slipping awkwardly on the slime-slick inflatable chair, squirms in his skin-tight Lycra, dripping and dazed. But he's not just squirming. When the host reappears, she catches the poor victim mid-act hand buried in Lycra, clearly trying to relieve a little post-gunging tension. Caught red-handed and flushed with shame, the contestant is given one final reward. One more tank. One more slop drop. One more moment of delicious humiliation. All delivered with wicked delight.

Due to the extreme shame and total loss of dignity involved, the contestant's face has been censored. After all, being gunged like that on The Gunge Plunge would destroy anyone's reputation

Expect slippery Lycra, inflatable props, relentless teasing, and gallons of sticky gunge all wrapped up in a delightfully messy Halloween spectacle.