Holy Crap!

Chapter 8

Be Bop A-Lula! Chapter 8! And I'm sorry if my rambling on about future stories bugged the crap out of ya all. I just feel like I wanted to tell some one. I like to ramble allot. Can't ya tell?

"Orange roses? How do you do that?" "You put a white rose in water with orange food coloring in it. Duh! Like this." 3 said, putting a rose in a vase. "... it's still white." "It takes awhile." "Okay anyway, the cake will be?" "I've already told you mother, green and orange. Everything will be those two colors." the mother sighed a scribbled something on her notebook. "We'd better hurry up. It's getting late." "So? We've got tomorrow too, right?" 4 asked. "Wrong. Tomorrow is the wedding." "WHAT!" the two kids shouted. "All we have left is to find a priest." "I'll take the case!" 4 shouted. "Okay. We got our priest. Now we are done. Kuki, were going back to the hotel. Syanora, Father." she said and bowed respectfully to 4. "Um... ya. I'll see ya later." 4 said waving as they left the building, caring the orange roses. One dropped as they walked out, and 4 picked it up. He looked at the flower than back at the store. Then to the naked clerk who was now running around in a fluffy, pink, dress shouting, "Potato salad!" 4 laughed and shut off the lights to the store and walked back to the church as he heard the cross-dressed clerk shout, "Who shot the Sun? Hey! Hey! Moo! Quack! Sun! Pee!"

He sat on the stoop of the church staring at the rose. Then the hobo man cam running and fell out of the sky next to him. "What's your damage, eh?" he asked. 4 just ignored him. "Riiiiiight. It's the rose, eh. Want me ta kill it?" He looked up at the hobo and sighed, looking back down at the rose. "No, don't kill it. It's the last thing reminding me of how much Kuki loves me." "Are you sure, eh? Cus' I got a hammer in-" "No. It's alright. We want it to live." "Oh. Riiiiiiight. Than what's the matter, eh?" "I wish God would listen to my prayers." "That all?" "Well, yes. I keep praying for this girl to be happy but she's only miserable!" "You don't see it, eh." "You know what? I ain't sitting here listening to a hobo preaching to me. What does a hobo know?" 4 said and walked into the church dropping the rose. After a couple seconds of silence, the hobo guy smashed the rose, and walked into the church. 4 lay on a pew, trying to get some sleep. "Sleep is no good for Mr. Priestly man person, eh! Ya must pray!" the hobo shouted in 4's ear. "I've tried that!" he snapped back. "Well poopy doodoo for you! Try again!" 4 shot a dirty look at the man and sat up. He walked past the hobo and to the front of the altar. He knelt down and shot another dirty look at the man. Then turned back, and shouted at the top of his puny, little, air-filled, lungs, "God! Nice ta talk to ya again! Ya, I have a request! Yep! Another one! Since you didn't answer my last few! I want to destroy the wedding! Yes! Completely destroy it! But the twist is to keep Kuki happy! I hope you know which Kuki! Ya! Kuki Sanban? You know! Ya, I want her to be happy, but not be married! Ya, Happy Happy, with a smile? You know! Okay! Well, ... see ya!" "Amen." "Ya. Amen." 4 walked back to his pew and lay down. "There. Ya happy now?" he asked. "Ya ya ya ya ya!" "Good. Now leave." "Moo like a mongoose! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the hobo shouted as he ran out the door of the church. But as the hobo left, a familiar some one walked in.