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during our last adventures of beethoven and mozart, herr mozart had abandoned beethoven over some steppes, likely in cambodia..... many moons had passed when herr mozart did return to the area, and upon making some inqueerees amongst the local savages, didst thence determine, herr mozart, the whereabouts of herr beethoven.....
he came upon him in a workshop, out back of the house at the end of the small village, with the ivy o'ergroan it.........
he came, is it were, from behind beethoven and made a slight cough, and then an 'ahem' rumbling noise in his throat, ever so slight, not to be confused with the obnoxious hawking sounds the communist chinese make when communicating, eating, walking, expressing dissatisfaction with their status as an only child, or upset with the govt., or re-inforcing their dignity, or whatever they are up to when they make their horrible loud hawking noises, possibly sometimes mainly due to the bad air conditions in modern day china........mozart's ahem was much more subtle, finally, beethoven, busy with a professional blow-torch for welding, and wearing overalls, bent over some metallic frame and wearing a protective vizer, did stop and turn to look at mozart.......he raised the mask of the protective vizer he wore as he welded with his blowtorch
'herr mozart.'
'herr beethoven, nice glasses,' said mozart, making a joke.
'what brings you here?'
'well i thought you'd like to come and get some waffles with me, you know, for breakfast....' mozart said.
then a movement was noticed, a very beautiful african woman, exquisitely handsome moved from a shadowy corner of the room near beethoven... mozart looked at her, then back at beethoven, clearly it was beethoven's lady friend, the old bachelor has finally taken a wife mozart thought... how unlike the man who was always single, and how beautiful she looked, mozart thought
'well, i see you have company, why don't you both join me for waffles?' asked mozart
then mozart noticed the look between the pair.... beethoven stepped closer to mozart, removing his welding mask and holding it under his arm, with his other hand he impaired the flaming torch
'mozart, look, i'm happy here man, i can't be going off running around with you to rodeos and investment funds meetings and jetting around and boxing matches.... i have work to do....'
'beethoven, i completely understand, just come for waffles, i'll have you home in an hour, i promise, no parachutes, no fancy tricks, no long distance journeys, it's a 20 minute flight, waffles for breakfast in half an hour, back home in another 20 minutes, and i'll be out of your hair after that, i promise....'
beethoven looked at his lady friend and with her glancing motion, she indicated she would not be joining them
mozart raised his hand to an imaginary hat on his head and took his leave of her with a friendly gesture on his face.
the two flew quickly over to mozart's waffle place and mozart complemented beethoven on the beauty of his lady friend and questioned him quickly about his business, it seemed beethoven had become a blacksmith or steelworker of sorts, amongst the cambodians, he never explained much about his lady friend
'so what is this waffle place you're so crazy about mozart?' asked beethoven
'what a wonderful place! it's precisely what i want you to see, you see, i designed it myself, and now that you've had corrective surgery on your hearing, you will really appreciate it's rococo greatness....' mozart offered
the two landed in a small helicopter by a building over a mountain range some miles away that had a big sign saying 'house of waffle'.... as they walked towards the building, a team of cheerleaders with pom-poms were chanting, ra-ra-ra-waffle-waffle-waffle.........there were 12 of them in total, 6 to spell out waffle, another 3 with a suspension point on their shirt (thus: ...) and then one with a comma: , ............. finally the last two spelt out 'um' between them, thus they appeared to say: waffle..., um
quite a message thought beethoven
inside was like some kind of mozartian opera.... except instead of singing italian or german, everybody sang only one word: 'waffle', well actually two if you count 'loffle' as a word, for often they sang thusly:
waffle-loffle-waffle.....waffle-loffel-waffle-loffel-waffle
everyone sung thus, the waitresses when taking orders on their roller skates, the patrons, the people on bar stools drinking their coffees with whipped cream and cinnamon powder...... the people on the tv too......... the interior din of the place was a constant mozartian cacophony of 'waffle-loffle-waffle' in baratones and screeching soaring sopranos..... then the place hushed and mozart said to beethoven, breaking the monotone of the 'waffle' dialog with actual words apart from waffle and loffle...........
'hush beethoven, mark, the president will address the congress! look!' and mozart crained his head to the tv from the booth he sat in with beethoven as a waitress came by uncharacteristically quietly and placed waffles before the two to eat....... someone raised the volume on the tv:
the president opened his mouth to address the assembled congress of the united states government
'waffle-loffle-loffle,' began the president in sombre baratones, not unlike beethoven's 9th symphony
'waffle-loffle-loffle,' continued the president, expressively raising his hands at his side.......after a few minutes of this the congress responded in a beautiful symphonic chorus as only mozart could orchestrate:
'waffle-loffle-loffle,' you could really hear the sopranos and the baratones, such harmony mused beethoven, he was greatly impressed by the music but the place was crazy, mental note: avoid mozart, thought beethoven........
the waffles were delicious though and beethoven motioned to the waitress who looked at him as if she wouldn't know what he wanted, her eyebrows arched expectantly
'waffles,' said beethoven, pointing at the empty, recently cleared space in front of him, - clearly he wanted more
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