The "lizard wizards" reminded me of one of my favorite books: Daniel M. Pinkwater's Lizard Music about a young boy whose parents are out of town and his adventures. He is staying up late, watching T.V.:
I was almost at the point of running into the kitchen and looking up the number of the resort where Mom and Dad were staying, when the lizard band came onto the screen. These were real lizards, not people dressed up as lizards, and they played regular musical instruments. There were five or six of them. At first it was scarier than the movie, especially the close-ups, but as the lizards played and swayed together, I sort of got used to it. The music was very strange. It wasn't like anything I'd ever heard before. It sounded funny at first, but I got used to it very fast, and then I liked it more than anything I'd ever heard. I didn't think about liking it—I didn't think about anything. I just listened to the music and swayed with the lizards. Every time they stopped playing, I felt afraid that they wouldn't start again
