MAMAFOU

Mamafou, Queen Bee of the Fou Factory, enjoys bossing her Foulings around in gibberish while dancing to Euro trash disco songs and analyzing their maternal existential crises as their brains begin to sizzle. She enjoys butt punching and cheap Bourbon and has yet to find an object or entity that does NOT turn her on…

SPICY FOU

Unpredictably dazzling and way better than you, she’s impossible to ignore, she’s Spicy Fou, a menace in couture. Sweet and sultry, but with a twist—like biting into a sugar-coated lemon and loving every second of it. Laced with the essence of a gunpowder barrel, her whole vibe is a mix of risky surprises, elegance with a kiss of fire, and somehow turning every single situation into a full-blown party. You’ll find her and her condescending laughter in a cloud of cherry perfume, snorting lines of cayenne, tapping her nails on torch lighters while sipping glitter-rimmed cocktails that taste like top-shelf trouble.

LIL’ BUMP FOU

Lil’ Bump Fou: Victorian Gangster Clown Couture Bass Champion. The Floss Fosse French Prince of the Royal Family Fou. Reign of The Golden Age of Grotesque.

TOMMY FOU

The least dainty of all the Fou’s. Tommy Fou was raised by carneys in the back woods somewhere. A comical hard ass that will smack you in the face with his jokes and have you asking for more!

THE ICE QUEEN

The Ice Queen’s bipolar tendencies started when she stepped into her reign of the South and North Poles with their various denizens in 1580 AD. While her citizenry and domain are vast, her coffers are secretly bare. She leads with the illusion of wealth and the reality of dire consequences, torture and the taking away of your favorite stuffed animal to inspire fear and domination. She might smile but a kiss can become a poisoned habanero flavored bite. Flattery will get you somewhere, but sycophants will have no mercy.

SOMEDAY SNAFOU

A simple queen with a complex, she sticks to the fundamentals — party. You can usually spot her someday after sunrise, method acting as a hot mess magical unicorn, making out with a tree or someone else. Someday’s really good at trying. So she’s gonna bring all her witchy cuntortina to the Kiki, and you’re gonna love every star-kissed, moon-rose moment of it. And if you don’t, request her cousin, “Starfish” for some perspective.

PUNT FOU

The eternal 15-year-old; Punt Fou is a beautiful train-wreck, a petite punk-rock phenomenon, and a scrappy chihuahua meets cheap trailer park drag queen. Her attempts at being a glamorous sexy diva usually lead to her falling apart into a goofy, awkward mess. She demands attention and encouragement from everyone around her, because, let’s face it, even the most bizarre and special Fou’s need people rooting for them.

L. RON HUSTLER

L. Ron Hustler aka Humpree Fou, the most dangerous crayon in the box and master of microphone jousting tournaments. Host, provocateur, game show anarchist and the randiest rouser of the rabble, he was born next to a lions cage the very night his father’s circus burnt to the ground. Recruited from the streets where he was chained to an alligator and forced to fight children for candy, now he’s quickly risen to become a cult leader of non-conformists. Known for being the loudest mime in the group, he views his makeup as war paint, likes long bike rides through bloody riots, and enjoys sex with, in, on, and around straightjackets.

STICKY FOU

Sticky Fou enjoys popping bubbles,cat-calling at large hairy men, and offering strangers candy. This sugar toothed gothic Lolita still won’t tell us what planet she is from or what her deal is; it’s the only way for her to accumulate any sense of demure and mystery. What we do know is that this baby praying mantis has an insatiable lust for camaraderie and excess that has her stuck on Earth (for now). She will seduce you with her saccharine sweet charms, and before you know what’s what, you are happily down the rabbit hole (which is where she happens to keep her trampoline) (and her many many many knives).

SUNSHINE FOU

Sunshine Fou (Sunny for short) absolutely adores you and wants to be your friend. She’s just a little shy around people with noses… or ears… or legs….

ALORABLE FOU

Born from sun and seafoam, Alorable Fou is the perfect creature to spark your show. Blending irresistible cuteness with a dash of chaotic mischief, they bring both magic and madness to the stage. With skills like juggling, body manipulation, and a tiny bag of curious surprises, Alorable keeps audiences captivated—until the very end, when they inevitably return to the Cave of Wonders they call home.

BOOHOO FOU

Pouty and petulant, dis brat is newly potty trained.  Her crocodile tears will melt you into a puddle, but tell her “no” and you will feel the wrath of goddess Lilith herself! The stomp of Boohoo’s foot thunders the land far and wide, but Boohoo’s magic is potent- no matter the quagmire-this gal’s got the tissue for the issue-“wipe off the lens and start again!”

SQUEEGEE FOU

Born from the left nostril of a lesbian preacher from Beaver Crossing, Nebraska, Squeegee Fou can squeeze the juice outta ya with just one look. Beware, they have a predilection for the profound as much as the profane. If Squeegee catches you doing anything BUT ogling them, you will be reprimanded with the harshest of punishments: a storm of tickles from her magical feather boa*. She lives on 42nd St where she operates a knitting supply resale emporium. BFA (Big Fucking Ass) from Screwliyard. *Magical powers available only on select Tuesdays. Eligible for first time users only.

COUS COUS FOU

Clown. Lover. Certified Disaster. Summoned by destiny, retained by sheer audacity — Cous Cous Fou arrived on this earth the way all great performers do: uninvited, overdressed, and completely certain he belongs here. With a wink that could stop traffic and a horn that absolutely will. He’ll steal your heart, your wallet, and your hat — and somehow you’ll applaud. He juggles. He seduces. Occasionally both at the same time — don’t ask how, the insurance is still pending. Chaos? Oh, he knows. He just thinks you can handle it.

LICHAEL E FOU aka DAISY FOU

Lichael E Fou is everyone’s favorite clown and seems to know everyone in town. Holding the record for shooting the most stars through their gap, they are flirtatious, mischievous, and well known in certain occult circles for their uncanny ability to smudge basic-bitchy spaces with the power of their booty shaking. Fluent in gibberish, this Fou can transform into anyone—often going undercover as Daisy to keep Whoopsie from floating away.

WHOOPSIE FOU

Heir to the great Mexican Helium Empire, Whoopsie Fou is both an accident and a miracle. Trained in benevolent mischief and paid mostly in tequila, she has a penchant for talking before thinking and rolling her eyes at the word “no.” One of the trolls of the Fou Kingdoms, she moonlights as “Playfou”, happily mismanaging quests in search of the Legendary Field of Daisies.

ICKY FOU

Icky Fou is not a children’s clown. Everyone’s favorite glamor weasel, this kinky clownlet will flash you, feed you, or flog you with rubber chickens. Always appearing with a splash of cum and glitter, Icky will leave the people saying “…ew…” Icky is a creatrix. She loves making wild maximalist outfits and then destroying them on stage with cake or dirt or by ripping them apart seam-by-seam with her own claws. Be afraid, be very afraid. This is the type of bratty bimbo your parents warned you about.

FERAL FOU

Conceived during a sparklee acid bike ride on Pee Wee Herman’s birthday, by an albino red panda and a trumpet flower, Feral Fou made her debut during a pacifist potluck on the bloody coast of Mordor where she gave fortune-telling interpretive dances to Orcs with BPD. She is grateful for the help from her agent, who always gave her just enough garlic pills to stave of stalking vampires and chronic yeast infections, while always believing in her. When she’s not snarling on the stage while high kicking with her Fou-Fers, she enjoys long walks on the beach and oat milk matcha mocha lattes in her eco-friendly reusable thermos.

PAMPLEFOUSSE

Oh mon Dieu, tout est si difficile quand tu es si sexy. Ces paysans comprennent juste que tout ce que je veux vraiment faire, c’est soit des cœurs et cracher des paillettes.

POPPERS FOU

Poppers Fou is a long lost message from the great beyond. Smelling of leather polish and tape head cleaner, you might find Poppers Fou bouncing around under the pulsating lights of a nightclub, or trolloping about with the harlots of Barbary Coast. Danseur, provocateur, mystic, and quixotic… she’s definitely what you’d want to drag out of your closet.