A wild weekend capped by wicked comedians, winning Wranglers and aerial acrobatics

Sunday was to be a day of rest following a night of weighty opulence at the Keep Memory Alive Power of Love gala at MGM Grand Garden Arena.

But Sammy Shore had other ideas, and he is 85 years old. If a man who has been performing for 60 years can tee it up on a Sunday afternoon for a variety show that’s nearly three hours long, then so can the rest of us.

A crowd of probably more than 200 and fewer than 300 doggie and entertainment lovers turned out for Shore’s annual “Funny Bones” canine benefit show at the Key West ballroom at the Palms. Proceeds went to the Shore-founded Funny Bones Foundation for the most needy pooches.

Thus began a day of four events, rattled off like a series of snare shots by comic/musician Rob Sherwood of the Thunder Nuggets, who were the backing band for Shore at the Palms. Sherwood, Ian Stewart and Nathan Stewart later played their own show at the new showroom (or, if you like, old storage room) on the second floor of the Royal House on Convention Center drive.

Apart from the Royal House, and with my plus-one cohort Stephanie Dianna Sanchez keeping pace, other stops were impressionist Jonathan Clark’s month-old show at the Riviera and a rare midnight tilt for the Las Vegas Wranglers.

A look back at a blurry Sunday afternoon, which, in the words of “Lady Madonna,” was never-ending:

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A sampling of Shore, who co-founded the Comedy Store in L.A. and opened for Elvis at the International and Las Vegas Hilton: “I am Pauly Shore’s father. I have two words about my son: I’m sorry.” What’s the rule on contractions? One word or two? No matter. Point taken.

Also, from Slammin’ Sammy, “I got a pacemaker put in, and the other day I had an itch, so I scratched my chest. And down the street, a lady in a motorized wheelchair started spinning circles.” And from his list of text terms for seniors: “LOL — Living On Levitra!”

Shore was joined by ever-bronzed M Resort and Red Rock Resort headliners Zowie Bowie; recurring Riviera “Icons of Comedy” stand-up Hal Sparks (still need to see your full show, Hal, for obvious reasons); Geechy Guy (who brings his “Dirty Jokes Show” to the Plaza’s Swingers Club beginning Friday night); Flamingo headliners George Wallace and Vinnie Favorito (in the second year of a renewed seven-year contract); Palms whirlwind Rick Faugno; visiting comics James P Connolly, Reggie Griffin and Lynn Lafchak; Las Vegas radio host and comic Michelle LaFong; impressionist/vocalist and generally funny person Doug Starks.

Who was missed? Palace Station headliner Louie Anderson, who was featured in the promotional campaign and material in the run-up to the charity show. Shore expected him to take part, but Anderson did text event organizers just before the show that he was heading out of town. Bummer, eh? But those who did turn up were in fine form.

Faugno managed to tap dance, absent the tap shoes, and soared through “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” with only Sherwood’s drumbeat as musical accompaniment. Favorito was acerbically entertaining, as usual, shouting over to Chris Phillips and Marley Taylor off-stage, “I can’t tell which one is Zowie and which one is Bowie!” and needling Shore, “This is a great show! Too bad you can’t hear it!”

All said in love, of course.

Guy, who made a strong run at the “America’s Got Talent” title, commented on the magic of David Copperfield and said, “Hey, I’ve been making entire audiences disappear since 1988. I’ve got photographic proof — of me onstage with ‘Alf’ on in the background.”

Not sure what was raised, monetarily, but Shore’s spirits were lifted. Afterward, he was given a late birthday present, a back-support system from Brookstone for his chronically sore back. As he says, “I’m never going to slow down! I don’t know how!”

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Later, at the Riv’s Starlite Theater at 9 p.m., Clark delivered more than 50 impressions in a show that ran about an hour and 15 minutes. Something to know about a show of that duration: We don’t need two encores. We need no encores, actually. But Clark is an appealing showman and genuinely groovy guy whose voice is strong and shows remarkable range. His three-piece backing band (led by former Danny Gans bandleader Tim Manfredi) is tight and up for the challenge of performing behind an impressionist who samples all music styles.

Clark says he is the only British impressionist to headline on the Strip, ever. OK, we’ll accept that distinction. What is more impressive than that claim, though, is Clark’s capacity to sing in that British-bred voice as Willie Nelson, Bruce Springsteen, the cast of “Family Guy,” Johnny Mathis, Adam Levine of Maroon 5, Bob Dylan, Michael Bolton and two Elvises – Costello and Presley.

Near the end of the performance, Clark donned an intentionally ridiculous sequined, black jumpsuit and crooked black wig in a portrayal of The King. He sang “You Were Always On My Mind” as if the song were playing on a damaged cassette. He ably kept with the screech and abrupt tempo changes, and that was a twist on Elvis I’ve not seen.

The Strip has not had a true breakout impressionist since Gans performed at Mirage and Wynn Las Vegas. Can’t say if Clark is that person, but with Greg London leaving Las Vegas (he’s ended his run at LV Hilton/Las Vegas Hotel and is departing Vegas for ... somewhere else) and Gordie Brown settled at Golden Nugget downtown, Clark does have a fighting chance. Or, in his case, a Five For Fighting chance, as he took on that impression, too.

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Say this for the relentlessly inventive Wranglers President Billy Johnson: From time to time, he dresses well. Late Sunday, he donned something of a tuxedo as the Wranglers took on the Utah Grizzlies — the hated Utah Grizzlies — in a midnight puck drop at Orleans Arena. The event was themed for a traveling circus, and Johnson’s wife, the relentlessly pretty Erica Van Lee, not only organized the circus effects, but performed an awe-inspiring silk routine between the first and second periods.

The arena was strewn with clownish performers, stilt-walkers and assorted circus types to keep in step with the odd midnight start time. Johnson had to recuse himself during his wife’s cool-as-ice performance, which was a bit scary in the sense that she hoisted herself 20 feet above the rink while suspended only by a fabric typically used to make tutus.

“I just can’t watch,” said Johnson, who was pleased that the 4,100 official attendance count was about 1,000 more than the team usually draws on a Sunday. “It makes me nervous.”

My idea to combine the gravity-defying silk act with the “Chuck-A-Puck” promotion has, thus far, been met with a frosty reception.

During the contest, which was a highly satisfying 4-3 victory by the hometown team over the hated Grizzlies, Carrot Top’s assistant, Jeff Molitz, sidled over to show a video on his smartphone of Tommy Lee’s roller-coaster drum solo from Sunday’s Motley Crue show at the Joint.

The person riding sidesaddle with Lee was Carrot Top himself, an event that fittingly capped a Sunday that was itself a wild ride.

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