Patrian Patrach (Not Patriarch!) led the way. The seven creatures, two of whom claimed to be gods, and the other five who were of unknown.. pretty much everything, followed him, waving at people.
Frang Frajine broke loose from the crowd, and ran up to Speedy. "Hey, you're the God of Wisdom, right?"
Speedy shook his head. "Nay. I am the God of Stupidity. You should pay more attention in class." He had seen the alien in the classroom where they had emerged in, so he was able to say such an all knowing thing. It sounded all knowing, anyway.
Frang, not seeming embarrased, went over to the other side of the procession, where BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ was, and repeated the question. "Hey, you're the God of Wisdom, right?"
"Yeh.. that's me, uh huh." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, whose mind was on other things. It might not be safe to have the others pose as gods - they did not know too much about the other gods of this planet, or what they looked like. He would have to think of something before they reached Kontroplicata Castle, wherein doubtless there would be introductions to be made.
"Well, can you help me? I need to figure out how to make my allowance last a week. I always spend it all within four days."
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ groaned. This was an aspect of the role he hadn't bargained on. Next they'd probably be putting him on a gameshow. Lucky Speedy. But he would have to give some sort of answer...
"Uh, gee, I can't right now. I'm... preparing a speech!" Yeah, that was it. Preparing a speech. Probably wouldn't be a bad idea, either. Frang looked sad, and melted into the crowd.

Patrian turned to his followers, which had grown to a large number. Decent sized portions of the crowd had come along, hoping to watch. Well, the guards could deal with them easily enough.
Turning to the God of Wisdom, who was probably the best at this sort of thing, he said "Stay here, and keep everyone in line. I'll be back shortly."
This was true, really. He planned to be back shortly, and there weren't too many reasons he wouldn't be, so it was safe enough to say.
Patrian walked up to the gate of the castle and bid it open, which it did. The security cameras recognized him, which was good, as he had not been to Kontroplicata for a while. It was a nice place, too.
With an air of importance, Patrian strode through various corridors, past several different council chambers, until he reached the one he was looking for. The "Council for determining how to get the public to pay more then previously" room. This was undoubtedly their field.
"Hello, gentlemen." said he, stepping inside. "I have come to inform you of a new money making oppurtunity in your area. The general populace is determined that two aliens which have appeared are the Gods of Wisdom and Stupidity, whom they do look like. And they have five other characters with them. I'm sure you can do something with this information."
The council mulled it over briefly, before the man at the head of the table spoke. "Thank you for your concerns, your message shall be dealt with as we see fit. In the meantime, thank you for coming to us, and we hope you'll fall prey to one of our other "pay more" schemes."
That was taken care of. If this turned out to be a paticularly useful thing to them, he might get paid. And he could buy a higher title then "High Watermelon".
Rubbing his hands, Patrian left the council room, and navigated the castle until he found the King, who was playing 3D Chess with someone. That was odd. Pointy ears. Oh well.
"Your majesty." said Patrian, bowing.
"Patrian!" said the King, rising. "I was hoping you would drop by. Look, I'm absolutly stumped on a good move, and -"
"Not now." said Patrian, a little ruder then he had intended. "The Gods of Wisdom and Stupidity have come down, and I have brought them here to discuss -" he looked at the pointy eared stranger "- you know what. Should I arrange a hearing in the main chamber?"
"Oh, yes, yes, by all means." said the King. "Just imagine, the Gods! This is a monumentous occasion, now I come to think of it!"
"My thoughts exactly, sir." said Patrian.
"I'll be there shortly." said the King, and plumped back into his seat, studied the board a bit, then moved a piece, with a low chuckle.
The pointy eared stranger moved one of his pieces. "Checkmate, your highness."

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ listened carefully as... Patrian, he thought Tyf had said - gave him instructions, then nodded. Turning to the rest, he relayed the message, then kept an eye on things.
Soon, Patrian returned, looking cheery. "The king will see you now. Step this way, please." said he, then went back inside.
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, who had not had time to prepare a speech, followed, along with the rest of his party. A lot of civilians followed, but the gate closed after the rabbit with the irish accent, who was the last who was supposed to get in, so that was all right. Nice technology, too.
Soon, they were in the main chamber. Some big pompous fellow, who BæÅü supposed was the king, sat in a large chair, with some laser activating controls on either armrest. All around stood various other characters (Councilmen, Patrian whispered), looking grave.
"Your Highness, the Gods of Wisdom and Stupidity!" cried Patrian, importantly, waving a hand to indicate who he meant. BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ looked important, and Speedy swung the trout along, accidentally smacking Patrian in the head. He quickly drew it back, and looked innocent.
"Ah, yes, very good, very good!" said the King, looking down on them. "But who are these others?"
Here was the tricky part. BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ had not quite figured out who they all were. And to make matters worse, Propulsion had told him that he, Tyf and Gurgi had told Patrian their names. Name changing for them would be difficult.
"Your highness -" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, thinking fast, "this is Gurgi, a Zealot. This is Tyf, a Zealot." Those two had wanted to be gods. So had Propulsion. He would have to do some explaining later.
"This is Propulsion, also a Zealot. It is healthy for gods to keep a few of them around, just in case." Quickly, he turned to the rabbit with the irish accent, and whispered. "You're irish, right?" The rabbit nodded. "Pick some god from irish mythology. Any. And say you're a god from another world."
While the rabbit with the irish accent gulped, looked at the King, and said "I am a god from another world - Dagda, the Green Harper.", BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ turned to the remaining rabbit, and continued whispering. "You. Pick a god, any god. And remember to say you're from another world."
"I, too, am another wordly god." said the rabbit with nothing to describe him. "My name is Ares, god of War."

Patrian was startled. No wonder those two had neglected to say their names back when they had first met. If they were gods.