"On which day is the show planned?", the echo dwarf asked. "Tomorrow. There will be three quarters of the city! Fancy that! And to be honest, pity that he can`t be a badpipe for a couple of hours else. I wish I have a good one for a Riverdance number, but if its unsuitable for him now, I can wait. Or Mr. Clumsworth doesn`t want it at all?" "Later", Beauregard wrote. "I can ask Effy, but later. When will be able to. Let`s deal with what do you plan for me now." "He`s right, we can choose only one thing", Stangor said to himself, turning back to the janitor: "You know, my friend, even if the charm could long more, you still couldn`t fail the show at all. Here, perhaps this will cheer you up a bit.." He handed to Beau a glass of coca-cola. The janitor nodded as a thank and sipped a bit.... "Kriiiiiiiiing.......kieeeeeeeeernnnnnnnnng....Cough! Coff, coff! Coff! Agm-coff! Ack.... what was that?!.. Gosh, I speak!.." "Told ya!", Clifford exclaimed, slapping his knees. "Vivat the good ol`Bo!.." "Well, I never", Effralyo shook his head. "Weeelll!.... Just think, who would guess that the simple cola can return your voice?.." "See? Haha, I should patent it someday, but didn`t know about such spells", Stangor joked.