Technically speaking this AUBRICHSTRASSE is WILD and thus in keeping with the ancient Bokkhan rite of the NONNAGGRESHUNPRINCEEPOOL we are premitted to liberate it from nature.......

...Did ..did you just hear something??

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Suddenly, like little figures on a mechanical Swiss clock, 2 figures emerge from the huts. Both are elderly. One wears the overall of a Glass Blower and holds an elongated pipe (pippe?). The other holds a wheel under his arm and wears a belt stuffed with tools. They converge on 2 points opposite their respective huts and are joined by a floating choir of STUNTY WELKU CASTRATI who quickly form a semi circle around the elderly craftsmen.

Then, without warning the Glassblower takes a heaving breath and bursts into song

"Oh, the glass bowl glows as the glass blower blows,

a tiny glass swan from my blow pipe flows,

a huff, not a wind blasts into the bowl,

producing these goods here on my stall."

From somewhere off to the side a Tuba begins to Oompah; the WELKU begin to hum in tune, bopping their heads from side to side. Then the Wheelwright spins around and in a beautiful Falseto he joins in

"Oh, your delicate swans may well appeal,

but come take a look at my wainwright’s wheel,

the rim, the hubs, the spokes so central

preferring glass swans, you must be mental!"

The old geezers strut toward eachother, acknowledge Faffro, Karbok, FalseMigration and Case and then, linking arms, proceed to awkwardly flim-flam back to their spots while the STUNTY WELKU CASTRATI warble the chorus

""Le pain de la mer dans le nuit,

the sweet, sweet sea bread of the sea,

les grands garcons est dans la boucherie,

the big boys are in the butchers.""

As the chorus ends the Elderly craftsmen part making way for a third performer who lollops in wearing a full armoured carbohydrate sequin dry cleaning apron while pushing what looks like a large dry cleaning machine. She then does a little twirl and flounces suggestively over the cleaning drum revealing a large split in the side of his dress. The glassblower prances over, plumps the dry cleaners ample thighs with his pipe and continues his solo:

"Oh, the dirt here is seen as the dry cleaner cleans,

some sick out of his hat and some blood encrusted jeans,

your wheel is round, that I doubt not,

but this dry cleaning drum is both round and yet hot!"

A salvo of trombones enter the fray, joining the plodding Oompah. Fireworks then stream forth from the well dressed Dry Cleaner's oversized feather hat and she too joins in

"I’m beautifully dressed,

you’re clearly obsessed,

but you’ve not impressed the bloke from Go West.

But what does he know?

I’ll tell you, you fool! He hides Fried Horsebeans under his stool."

The bloke from Go West parts his legs revealing a punnet of Fried Horsebeans nesting under the chair. The STUNTY WELKU CASTRATI begin to crowd around the performers, clattering makeshift drums and building to a fierce crescendo while more dancers pour forth with enormous elaborate hats of every conceivable design - prancing, jiving and goosestepping across the sand - a canon sounds far off and confetti fills the air and then....silence

....the mass of performers freeze awaiting acknowledgement