Cartoonish fingers on quick black legs wrap around the curtain, shy at first. Another hand appears, presses to it in a sweet dance before gargantuan thumbs twiddle. A pair of toilet-paper faces weep and waggle tongues in a flurry of two-ply. Creatures made of only trash bags or air-duct piping quarrel in delightfully strange ways. Nothing is spoken. There’s no soundtrack or set. Mummenschanz is miming and puppetry, masks and graceful (often comical) movement. Black costumes, lighting and fluid choreography make the human manipulators disappear within the whimsy of a huge clam retching up a snack or glowing cylinder slices suddenly taking flight like a bird on a breeze. But sometimes the art and the actors both show, like the constantly morphing clay men and a pair of windsock heads stealing kisses. The visual theater troupe has delighted the world. So be in the Smith Center audience, because the giant hands like hugs.

Mummenschanz November 11, 7:30 p.m., $21-$69. Reynolds Hall, 702-749-2000.