Kurt Wagner meets Francoeur. How do Todd and Emile get on?
It was the first show that the audience ran out on. But, to be completely fair, it was the first one that included the surprise appearance of a blue, fuzzy demon and some kind of humanoid amphibian thing.
Carlotta was ticked, of course. Especially at the fact that both creatures could stick to walls and ceilings, far out of reach of the diminutive cabaret hostess. There was something of a flap about what to do.
Then it turned out that the fuzzy demon spoke French. And German, Swiss, Dutch, a smattering of Italian, and enough Russian and Spanish to cuss in.
Most of which he rattled through as Francoeur approached, bare-handed and bare-footed so he, too, could cling to nonstandard surfaces.
“We’re mostly harmless, I promise!”
Francoeur startled with a dovelike coo.
The froggy one, now hiding behind the demon, rattled off something that could have been English in a kind light, but was simply unintelligible to everyone else in the room. The demon could understand him and immediately snapped, “Clappe!”
There were intense, topsy-turvy negotiations by the chandelier, and then Francoeur set them up at a table.
“Yofuzzywhattheheck?” mumbled the frog.
The blue demon - named Kurt - explained in two languages that he and his associate - named Todd - were temporarily temporal refugees. They came from the very far distant future of 2012. One hundred years in the future. And possibly another dimension, as a seven-foot-tall singing flea would definitely have caught a Professor Xavier’s attention.
Which lead to the question of how to house them until such time as whatever brought them there decided to take them back.
Neither of the mutants were at all musical. Kurt had physical limitations and Todd had more affinity with mechanical things than anything that made music. But they were acrobatic and, after a few training sessions, came up with something that sort of fit in with the rest of the cabaret.
Which lead to the problems of lodging.
Kurt shed. Todd was sticky, and allergic to anything that would help him be clean. Emile came to the rescue and offered his projection room as emergency quarters.
*
“What did you do to my projector?” Emile wailed.
“Uh…” said Todd. “[Got bored an’ fixed it.]”
Kurt, of course, provided translations.
“IT WASN’T BROKEN!”
“[Could'a fooled me, yo. That thing was whack. It works way better, now.]” He gave a demonstration, which caused some uproar in the Parisiennes who had wandered in.
The world in general and Paris in particular was not ready for three-dimensional, full hologram technology with surround sound.
Emile, at least, was rather glad to see them return to the realm they started from.
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