DISCLAIMER: This and its counterparts are religious fantasy and in no way is meant to offend anyone of the Catholic and/or Christian faith. The point of views here are strictly personal of the author. With that said, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY BY RELIGIOUS FICTION.


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THE WACKY ANGEL ADVENTURES:
J.C. IS BORN


Heaven has been busy for the past nine months, Angels going up and down, prophets being born and such...and where were the four images, supposedly supposed to be at God's side?

The PowerPuff Girls, and Butch were laying in the clouds, looking down at people being Judged. Some help they were to heaven lately, they were absolutaly clueless as to what has been going on lately.

"This is certainly entertaining." Buttercup smiled to herself. "Looks like some of em are gonna pee their pants."

"This is...different." Butch looked down again.

"What?" Blossom asked.

"Well, look, nobody's gone down."

"Well, this IS Judgement day for them." Blossom said irratated.

Butch raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Why does it matter if they've gone down on eachother?" Blossom sighed. "I told her to make ME Metatron but nooo."

"Oh, I didn't mean that, you idiot!"

"Oh...What'd ya mean?"

"I meant down to Lucifer."

"Hmm.." Blossom thought. "He has a point."

"Yeah." Said Bubbles. "Maybe she's eased up?"

"No.." Buttercup sat up. "She would tell us if she was, I mean, it's routine."

"Well.." Butch started. "She hasn't asked for much lately, every time a messanger is sent down, she uses Gabriel."

"Hmm.." Buttercup stretched out "That guy..that guy's a watcher, isn't he?"

"Yeah.." Butch pondered. "She never used watchers, always a seraphim, and that seraphim is almost always me...somethings not right..did she say what Gabriel was sent for?"

"She said the babtist." Bubbles remembered.

"Already?"

"Yeah, that and something about a virgin...I forget her name though."

"Damn.." Butch got up. "We've been slacking for almost a year, I better go get an update from her."

"Right." Blossom nodded. "She would have already gotten mad at us anyway."

"I'll go with you." Bubbles said. "I haven't seen her for a long time."

"I'm gonna stay." Buttercup laid back.

"Me too." Blossom collapsed on a cloud like a pillow. "Tell us what you find out."

"Okay!" Bubbles smiled back at them.

"Come on, Miss Genetic God." Butch tugged her arm. "We'll be back." He called back to them.

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Butch and Bubbles walked into God's throneroom. She was sitting down, not at her throne but on a bed, strange because they knew God never slept. They walked up to her, she was alone, not talking to an angel about mankind, not giving someone a last word before judging them into darkness...she just lay there, as if she were a tired human.

Butch walked up next to the bed. "What ARE you doing?"

God turned to face him with a smile on her face and spoke to them in a sweet, sweet voice only the Angels could here. "I'm going away for awhile."

Butch shook his head. "If it's to play that idiotic game just know that I stand in protest.."

She shook her head. "No..no, not that my child."

"What?"

She got up off the bed and walked over to him, her robes dragging on the pearly white floor, she looked over at Bubbles, the pure female image of her being. "Hello there."

"Hi!" Bubbles smiled.

She got down on her knees and caressed Bubbles' cheek. "I suppose you would like to know just why...I've not been asking for your assistance lately."

"Exactly." Butch crossed his arms. "What's the deal with becoming lineant on judgement?"

"It's the blessed Trinity, child." God kissed Bubbles on the cheek and got up. "I'm sending a human version of myself down to earth to live."

"So, your schizophrenia finally took over? Now you're the son too." Butch shook his head, "You need help, sister."

"Don't forget the holy spirit, Butch." Bubbles smiled sweetly.

"Quiet, you!" Butch marched up to God, who was spinning around in circles, looking up at the ceiling. "You've been vengeful for eons! What's the deal?"

God hugged him. "No more tension, Butch...you're always just so for keeping everything in line..peace.."

"But I was--"

She put a finger on his lips. "Peace." She started. "I've only begun to be lineant on humans because if my son is to be a human, I will understand them more..I've been basing the judgement on pure sight of the sin."

"That's what you get for giving them freedom." Butch crossed his arms. "I told you to make them follow your image and NOT leave the world open to sin but NOOO, listen to the scion."

"John the babtist has been born, and Jesus is soon to come."

"Why not just use Bubbles? She's already built in your image..."

"I need to fullfill the scriptures."

"Well, the 'scriptures' say you're a man anyway, why follow them?"

"Some of them are accurate and besides..Bubbles is needed up here."

"I suppose I have to give him the message of who he is?"

"In twelve years time, Butch."

"..The kid's going to die?"

God nodded. "Eventual crusifixion."

"That sucks...you can't put him in a place where he won't be hurt by the Romans?? He can die peacefully this way."

God Chuckled "I suppose if it 'sucks' that's bad but...this is the way I want it to be, he's going to die for sins and this is mankinds last chance in this time.."

"You've given them enough chance, if you keep this up we'll have billions of Bricks and Boomers on our hands."

"Time will tell, my child...he is born tonight."

"What's tonight?"

"The new christian year, he will be born of a virgin in a manger."

"This kid has it rough..born of a virgin, in a manger. Uncomftorable to get out and even more uncomftorable when he does get out.."

"Would you like to come to see it? You and the girls?"

"I suppose." Butch shrugged. "Might as well get a glimpse at the kid...I only have twelve years to practice my speech you know."

God smiled and laughed. "That you do, my son."

Bubbles, who had been listening this whole time. "He's the lamb?"

God nodded.

"We should give him presents." She smiled.

Butch sighed. "You're gonna give blondes a history, I swear."

God looked at Bubbles. "What kind of gifts, child?"

"Well.." Bubbles thought. "Like a prince, or a king!"

"Would you like that to be your gift to him?" God smiled

"Yeah!" Bubbles exclaimed.

"Ok...Butch.."

"I know!" Butch grunted. "I'm goin'. How many kings?"

"About five." God said. "Tell them a king is to be born in Bethlehem tonight, under a bright star."

Butch rolled his eyes and mimicked her. "..born tonight, under a bright star.." he vanished in a flash of light.

Bubbles sighed. "He's agitated..."

God nodded with a grin on her face. "Yes, but he means well...he just gets irritated easily."
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The Girls, Butch, and God all stood, waiting in the manger for the arrival of Mary and Joseph, standing there, in a form that humans couldn't see, they waited...

"Who's going to be his father figure...Mary is single, isn't she?" Blossom asked

God shook her head. "She has a husband."

"He thinks the baby's his?"

"No." God answered. "He knows what's going on."

"What's his name?"

"Joseph."

"What is he?"

"A carpenter."

"Why him?"

"Yeah, he's just a simple man of trade." Butch added. "Why him? With all the rulers in the world YOU picked the poor carpenter."

"Why here?" Buttercup picked up some hay. "In this stable filled with hay?..and her..she's just an ordinary girl."

"Now..I'm not one to second guess what you have to say.." Butch started. "But this sure is a strange way to save the world.."

God nodded. "He was suprised at where his engadgement to Mary had taken him.."

"I woulda never dreamt of Bethlehem..this rotting town." Butch looked around the manger. "He deserves better, you know."

"This is a very sacred birth, It's symbolism, child."

They heard panting...

Entered a beautiful young girl with long black hair, followed by a worried carpenter and an unknown woman.

"Who's SHE?" Bubbles asked.

God looked at her. "I don't know.."

"You don't KNOW?" Butch blinked. "You chose every single prophet in this birth."

"I just had control over the manger." God chuckled. "She must have something to do with that."

The young girl panted. "Aaah!" She breathed heavily

"It's okay." Joseph patted her hand.

"That looks like it hurts...you couldn't give her drugs?" Butch laughed.

Bubbles slapped him upside the head. "Quiet."

They watched as the young girl breathed heavily for a few minutes more, before the woman that had come in with them laid her down. Gripping the hand of her husband as he comforted her through labor, she let out a loud scream, and with it came a grunt..there was a cry.

The other woman in the room took the baby into her arms and started to wipe it off with some rags. Moments later, she set it down ironically right on a stack of hay, in front of The girls, Butch, and God.

They all looked in exclamation.

"Is that..." Buttercup smiled.

"Oh, my gosh!" Blossom squealed. "Look at him, he's so cute!"

Bubbles walked over to the baby and kneeled down next to it.

"He can't see you Bubbles.." Blossom whispered.

Bubbles put a hand on the baby's cheek...instead of going straight through it stopped and Bubbles felt his warm face, he smiled at her. "Hello, there..I'm your big sister."

"Awww!" Buttercup and Blossom both exclaimed, rushing over to the baby's side.

Butch stood there with God. "So that's him?"

"That's him..." God smiled, a tear of joy in her eye.

Butch didn't know what to think of this..not because it was awkward but because..never in his existance, even when she decided to wipe out life with the acceptance of Noah and his ark...had he seen God cry...he never even knew she could cry.

"He's my son.."

"The lord and savior." Butch smiled. "Cute little guy..."

God stood and looked.

"You gonna go and touch him..."

"No now..when he's a grown man I will embrace him..I await that time."

"How long?"

"Thirty years or so."

"That's a long time to wait." There was silence, until Butch realized something and raised an eyebrow. "He's...black..."

God laughed. "Yes...he is."

"Weird...don't think they'll suspect something?"

"Maybe..."

Joseph looked at the baby...standing there in the manger the message of the angel had come alive...he bent down to pick up the child, the girls whining as he picked him up. He saw his face, and the color of his skin, but that didn't matter...he was holding the savior in his arms, and that was all he knew.

"Guess not." Butch shrugged.

Three kings walked in, carrrying gifts of gold and such, gifts fit for a king.

"Two didn't come?" God asked.

"Uh...heh." Butch scratched the back of his head. "Give me a break, it takes awhile, so I only got three."

God rolled her eyes.

"Umm..oh, hey look! The messiah! Uh..heh.." Butch walked over to the baby nervously.

God contined to look down at her one and only son, he had a world of work ahead of him....

THE END.

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