The Quest For 'Gir Ale' With Holes In.

By Rrenwolf.

Disclaimer: 'The DaVinci Code' belongs to Dan Brown. 'J.C. Superstar' belongs to whomever that musical belongs to.

'Superman' belongs to Stan Lee (at least, I think so).
The Monty Python group belong to themselves.

No offense to : The Priory Of Sion. Anyone named Betsy Sue Angie May Howard–Jenkins.

Gay guys. Ale houses. White horses. Six–year–old boys. Mary Magdalen. King Arthur. Merlin.
Drop–dead gorgeous girls (lucky girls). Anyone named Mary Sue. Heros. Cooties. Twoo wuv.

And anyone or anything else that was offended.

This was written late at night when I was sick, and my head was confuzzled,

(according to 'RrenWolf's Private Dictionary Of New Words',

the word 'confuzzle is a mix of 'confused' and 'puzzled',

thereby getting the readers even more confuzzled than they were before )

and Dooby (my head muse) was begging me to write it.

That is, after having listened to Monty Python's 'Spamalot' (good, funny, silly musical)

the previous Saturday on 'On With The Show' (really fun radio show).

Have fun, and please review!

One day the Head Hoopla Prime President, Chief Choo–Choo,

of The Priory Of Scion, was walking along.

All of a sudden a drop–dead gorgeous girl hopped out in front of him.

The Head Hoopla Prime President, Chief Choo–Choo, of The Priory Of Scion,

dropped dead.

"Oh, my!" said Betsy Sue Angie May Howard–Jenkins– who was NOT a Mary Sue–

and fainted.

The young (only six yrs. old), handsome (welll. . . at least cute and adorable),

hero (make that 'superhero'–he was wearing an old 'Superman' costume),

in shining armor (he had poured silver paint all over his costume),

riding on a white horse–actually, more falling repeatedly, than riding. But we won't tell, if you won't–came along two hours later.

He ran up to the drop–dead gorgeous girl, who was just waking up from her ordeal,

poked her in the side, and when she opened her eyes, said, "Eeeeeew! Girl cooties!"

To which she replied, "Ohhh gross! Boy cooties!"

"Hi, I'm the Hero, I guess I'm supposed to save you or something."

"Ohhh." She said, sympathetically, "well, I don't really need any saving, but maybe you could help me start up an ale house for gay guys, down the block.

'Cause it seems that every guy I meet that isn't either gay or six yrs. old,

drops dead when they see me.

So he agreed, and together they started up the ale house and began distributing 'Gir Ale'.

Until, many years later, Betsy Sue Angie May Howard–Jenkins discovers that a very special and weird guy-- who was posing as gay- -came to the ale house to drink their famous 'Gir Ale'

and had been drinking it from a cup with holes in it, and comes over to his table,

where he introduces himself as J.C. Superstar,

and after a lot of gabbing, giggling and being googly-eyed. They fell madly, passionately,

in twoo wuv.(sigh)

Mary Sue–ahem. I. .I mean, Betsy Sue Angie May Howard–Jenkins

ran off with J.C. 'The God Man' Superstar, got married,

(of course to him! Who else wouldn't drop dead when they saw her?),

changed her name to Mary Magdalen, and lived happily ever after.