Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

He wasn't sure how the two were supposed to be related, but he figured he wasn't going to get anywhere just sitting here.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

A soft 'wah' materialized, as if from the ether of a familiar but distinct dimension. The lanky, purple-black figure straightened itself, and proceeded to raise a large club with checkerboard holes in it. "Waluigi time." he said, before smashing Jerry with the tennis racket.