The first "Shoowat"

The Players
The Doctor, an intergalactic time traveler.
Frobisher, a shape shifting Wifferdill in the form of a Penguin.
The Attendees of a Japanese Science Fiction Convention.
Two Cybermen.
Two American Secret Service Agents.
A Mysterious Man in a Brown Durby.

        It is a beautiful summer day as the fans gather from all over the country for the greatest Japanese Sci/Fi fan convention in England, G-LESS 2002. Being London's first ever Kaiju convention, this is a huge event, and the fans know that this is going to be larger than life. A gigantic Godzilla figure greets the people as they walk in; security guards are dressed as Science Patrol members and the guests include the cast of the Ultraman Tiga and Dyna series. It is about noon when two of the guests, Hiroshi Nagano and Tsuruno Takeshi start to sign autographs for all the kids, and the line reaches to the outside of the hotel. One lucky teenager, roughly around 14, finds himself at the front of the line. "This is gonna be great!" the teen thinks to himself. He has been a fan of Japanese Sci/Fi ever since he saw his first Godzilla movie, “Godzilla vs Megalon,” on television, and now, to actually be standing here in line to meet some of his favorite actors was his dream come true.
        Suddenly two older fans, dressed in bright silver costumes with large domed helmets, skip in front of him. "Uh, excuse me," he says, tapping the tallest of the pair on the back, "shouldn't you go to the back of the line?" Irritatingly the two figures just ignore him. “Excuse me,” he says once again but this time in a much louder voice, “shouldn’t you go to the BACK of the line!?” Turning to face him he taken back by the faces of the costumes the two gentlemen are wearing. Where their eyes should be are blank emotionless holes and the mouths are simple short slits. "Important people first, brat" one of the guys answers, his voice resonating within the helmet. "Leave us alone," says the other, pushing him out of line.
        Fired up with rage, the young man notices a chair nearby and grabs onto it.   Back flipping onto it like he was stuntman from the Kamen Rider series, the angered young man cries out! "The sky calls to me! The land calls to me! The people call to me! They call me, to fight the evil. Listen, evil, I am the warrior of justice!" The two gentlemen just stand watching emotionlessly at the spectacle the young kid puts on. The other fans waiting on line begin to applaud, thinking that this is somehow part of the convention activities. Angered by their lack of response to his warning, the kid does another back flip off the chair. "BUI TSURI HATAN KIKKU!" he cries out as he performs a flying leap towards his first attacker. Raising their arm-guns the men in the silver suits fire. Before ever making contact, the young boy’s body slumps to the floor, smoke rising from under his shirt collar. Watching this scene in stunned silence, the rest of the crowd waiting on the autograph line burst into laughter and applauds. Toward the back of the line a mysterious figure in a brown durby smiles.

Outside, in the parking lot, the Doctor pushes his way past the performers where the live action stage show is setting up. He was not exactly sure how he had found himself in this situation or what exactly the situation was. The last thing he had remembered was being accosted by the members of the N.W.A.L.C.O.A.B.B.W.A.W., blackness, and then standing in the parking lot of the Wydim Hotel (staring at a giant blow up balloon of a cheesy Japanese science fiction monster). It was while he was trying to figure out the 'how did I get here' bit that he heard the sound of a blaster gun. “Cyber Guns,’ the Doctor says to himself and begins rushing off to investigate. Just then, the two men dressed in monster masks, but wearing the black suits of the American Secret Service step out from behind a prop and block his path. "Excuse me sir," the first agent says, his voice muffled inside his Baltan costume, "but if you would not mind coming with us. We have a series of questions to ask." “Ah yes,” the Doctor replies, “I was wondering what happened to you guys.” As a crowd slowly begins to surround the Doctor and the two agents, (interested to see what the altercation is), the Doctor notices that the guns the two agents carry are of a 21st century design. “I would love to accompany both of you two gentlemen,” the Doctor smiles, “but I rather have more important business inside.” It was hard to tell how the agents were reacting to this bit of information as their faces were hidden behind the masks. “So if you wouldn’t mind moving out of the way I’ll just nip in, see what’s the problem and be right back.” And with that the Doctor pushes pass the two agents and rushes into the convention hall.

        Sitting in the conference room, second row center, Frobisher is waiting for the show to begin. Although he has no recollection as to how he got here the problem seems unimportant for the moment. Frobisher was in his glory. Being a 4-foot tall talking Empire Penguin should have had its drawbacks, but not at a Japanese Sci/Fi convention. Instead of inspiring fear in his fellow convention goers he inspired admiration, and three distinctive groups all vied for his attention. One group of the fans were sure he was going to win the evening costumes contest while several other couldn’t stop clamoring over the almost perfect reproduction of the X creature from the fourth planet in the ape system which was featured in the second half of the fourth episode of Ultraman Bore. The second group insisted that he was the second reincarnation of the great god Waf-Fra, returning to punish the wicked and bring order back into the world. They believed that it was their duty to find a person of fallen morals and sacrifice that person to their god. Of course finding someone who was not a virgin at a Sci-Fi convention was not going to be easy. The last group insisted that Frobisher was just cool enough to “hang out” with them. These people frightened Frobisher.
        Suddenly and without warning there came a loud explosion from the outer corridor, and Frobisher leapt to his feet. “Man oh man oh man,” he cried. “Can’t a guy finish a hot dog and soda without some kind of explosion gonna on?” Pushing his way through the crowd “watching” the show, he found the Doctor dogging blast from two Cybermen who were waiting on the autograph line. “Hey doc,” he calls out. “That’s what you get for cutting in.” The Doctor was, of course, not amused. “Trying to save our lives,” the Doctor called back. “Unless you haven’t noticed there is something very, very wrong going on around here.” A bit of plaster shatters into dust above his head as the Cyber-weapon fires. Frobisher cocks his head to the side thinking. “Yea I kind of noticed, but hey, what are you going to do?” The Doctor could not believe his companion’s response. “Of all the flippant irresponsible attitudes to take!” The Doctor rolls across the corridor dogging another blast from the Cyber Guns. “You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place!” Another blast skims the Doctor’s arm. “If you would just learn not to accept bazookas from any old stranger we wouldn’t be in this situation now.” A door to one of the meeting rooms to the Doctor’s left flies off its hinges. “Hey I’m not the one piloting the TARDIS who landed us in this crazy mixed up world!” Frobisher was getting angry at the Doctor’s suggestion that this mess was his fault. “I’m not the one who keeps getting us lost and I’m not the reason we’ve ended up at this geek fest!”
        There is stunned silence. The Cybermen had stopped firing, the crowd had stopped applauding, and all eyes are on Frobisher. Frobisher looks around nervously. “What?” “What did I say?” All the Doctor could do is grown and hold his head in his hands. “Geek fest?” The voice was low, from somewhere in the back. “Geek fest!” It was slowly getting louder. “Geek fest!?” The young 14 year old pushes his way through the crowd and faces Frobisher. His Ultraman Tiga suit is ruffled and torn, dark spots show where the Cyber weapon had hit. “I sir,” the young boy says, “am not a geek.” “Have you looked in the mirror lately,” was all Frobisher replied.

The Doctor and Frobisher find themselves running from an angry mob not for the first time. As each try to loose the mob they separate and head down different corridors. As Frobisher rounds the corner of a service hall, he notices the locations of the restrooms and figures this would be a great place to hide. Three doors are clearly marked, “Men,” “Women,” and “Penguins.” Thinking nothing of it, Frobisher enters the third door. Soon, not far behind, the Doctor finds himself rounding the same corner Frobisher rounded moments ago. He too comes face to face with the three suspicious rest room doors. Only this time instead of the third door saying “Penguins,” it is clearly marked with the words “Time Lords.” Laughing to himself and speaking into the air, “you’ll have to do better than that,” the Doctor pushed through the door marked “Men.”