Thanks for the reviews everyone! I honestly didn't expect any for something as weird as "Don Arnoldo"!
If anyone who speaks Italian reads this please don't mind the written Italian part. I got it off an Internet translator. lol. And for Ana's question, they are still in 4th grade. I know the wedding thing is kinda cheesy and I shouldn't have done that, but hey! What can I do now? Must get in my mafia/Arnold mood….*sticks in Luciano Pavarotti cd*
"Prendete questa ragazza per essere il vostro marito che simbolico della moglie siete abbastanza vecchi ottenere sposati?" Stinky the "priest" read slowly from his book of holy matrimony. Hey! Stinky was better than nothing, and plus he was the only one who was willing to do it. A real priest wouldn't. Arnoldo's dad wouldn't even MAKE a real priest do it. He had said, "Listen, Arnie, we let the priests stay out of our business, just like the ladies. We's separate from them."
So, now, Arnoldo stood facing Helga in Holy matrimony in Gerald Field, which had been festively decorated for the occasion. Everyone was there, even Big Gino.
"Whatever that means, but ohhh I do I do I do I do I do!!!" said Helga.
"Prendete questo boyto siete il vostro marito simbolico fino a che non siate abbastanza vecchi ottenere sposati?" That took about 10 minutes to say.
"Sì" said Arnoldo.
"The rings?" said Stinky.
Chocolate boy held the pillow out and they slipped the rings onto eachother.
"You may now, kiss the bride!" Stinky stuck his tongue out at the word 'kiss'. "Gosh darnit, ain't they kinda young to be gettin' married?" Despite the strange circumstances, Stinky felt as though he had found his calling in life. "Why, I think I'm gonna be a priest when I grow up!"
Festive Italian music struck up and everyone started eating like pigs.
Meanwhile…
Gerald had been forced to leave the reception a little early to finish some business for Arnoldo. But first, he had to see Fuzzy Slippers about some mafia tips. Arnoldo wanted to get the whole thing down to a tee.
He knocked on Fuzzy Slippers' door. "Come on in Gerald."
"How'd you know it was me, Fuzzy Slippers?"
"Some mafia guy called and told me you were comin'."
"Uh…that would probably be chocolate boy. He's really gettin' into it, man!"
"Since when were you in the mafia, Gerald?"
"Since my best friend got hit on the head with a baseball, but listen I'm in a rush-"
"What do you need, boy?"
"I need a list of mafia-isms, you got any?"
"Well I should….have some here."
"Sweet! Gotta go! Thanks Fuzzy Slippers man!"
"Hold on a second there" Fuzzy Slippers held his hand out.
Gerald sighed and slapped five bucks into his hand. "Man, you're really drainin' me!"
"Boy, you got plenty to drain if you in the MAFIA!"
The next day
Everything was going perfect for Arnoldo. He had the hall monitors and school newspaper in his pocket, Lorenzo had graciously agreed to pay Arnoldo 20 bucks a month, he had a wife, and his power was steadily growing. But something was up. Something wassssss up.
"Hey Arnie!!!!!" said Curly, practically flying into the room.
Arnoldo sighed, not this kid again. He already owed him 6 bags of molted milk balls.
"Umm..Listen!!!! I need another bag of Swedish fish, I really really need it!"
"Sorry, Curly. No can do. You already owe me 6 bags of molt balls. I'm expectin' you to pay that up tomorrow by the way." Arnoldo paused. "With interest."
Park stepped into the room. "Don Arnoldo."
Arnoldo gave a slight nod. Park had become somewhat of a brother to him, though not as much as Gerald. He had never really gotten to know Park that well. His little "sanctuary for 4th graders" made a convenient meeting place for Arnoldo.
"Park, please escort this nutcase out of here, thank you! He's spoiling my day."
TBC. Darnit! my mom needs the comp for homework. Well, I hope this was ok. stay tuned to find out "what's up''!