CHAPTER TWO: A RATHER USELESS DISCOVERY
Disclaimer: We do not own Green Day's St. Jimmy or Indiana Jones
Jimmy and Tre: -falling through space-
Tre: AHAHAHAHHHHHHHH!
Jimmy: This is bogus. I want to sing a song...
Tre: AHHHHHHHH!
Jimmy: -singing- MY NAME"S ST JIMMY AND YOU BETTER NOT WEAR IT OUT! SUCIDE COMEDO THAT YOUR MOMMA TALKED ABOUT! KING OF THE POINTY THINGS IM HERE TO REPRESENT!...
TRE: AHHHH MY EARS! AHHHHH!
Jimmy: Geeze Tre I'm not that bad...
Tre: AHHHHHHH!
Jimmy: God...-looks down and sees the ground quickly approaching-
Both: AHHHHHHHHHHHH! -land on ground with a Thud-
Tre: -underneath Jimmy- Urg...
Jimmy: -hops up unharmed- Thanks dude!
Tre: -sprawled out on ground- yeah... -gets up- Dude where are we?
Jimmy: Mid-evil England, 932 A.D.!
Tre: WTF? Who do you know that?
Jimmy: Uh the thick forests, the beggars, the castle in the background, the smell of burning poo, the sign...
Sign: MID-EVIL ENGLAND 932 A.D.
Tre: Oh that's wicked cool. -gasp- JIMMY! YOUR DRESSED IN SOME PRETTY FLY ARMOR!
Jimmy: What? -looks down at his body- WOAH I AM! -looks at Tre- DUDE YOU ARE TOO!
Tre: WOAH! - pulls out sword- This is too cool!
Jimmy: -looking at shield- Hey! My symbol thing is a slurpie! What's yours?
Tre: -looks at shield- Uh... a couch.
Both: Coooooool!
Jimmy: So what now?
Tre: Uh...
: -distant sound of coconuts being banged together-
Jimmy: What's that?
Tre: I danno... but they won't mess with us cuz we have kick butt armor!
Jimmy: YEA!
: -coconut sounds stop- -a strange deep voice- Squire! This is the chosen spot! I'm sure of it! We must find the help sent from God on foot from here, for the brush is too dense! -sword comes cutting through woods -
Tre: This is so like that one pimp... uh.. What's his name..?
Jimmy: Indian Joseph
Tre: Yeah, Indian Joseph!
Jimmy: Cool
Tre: I know
- stranger jumps into the clearing- I AM ARTHUR! KING OF THE BRITAINS!
Tre: Hey
Jimmy: Zup
King Arthur: -looks at them- Why aren't you bowing? You need to BOW!
Tre: Uh... ok
Jimmy: Whatever
Jimmy and Tre: -bow down-
Jimmy: Hey Tre Check this out!
Tre: What?
Jimmy: -just as Tre looks over jabbs him in the chest with his elbow- Huhuhuh got you dude
Tre: -lying on ground- Huhuhuh you got me good dude...
Jimmy: I know -stands up-
King Arthur: -to squire- Are you sure we got the chosen place correct? These IDIOTS can NOT possibly be the CHOSEN KNIGHTS!
Squire: -nods head- Yes yes I do think you've got it right, the clearing in the forest
King Arthur: Hmm. I see
Jimmy and Tre: Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh
King Arthur: OH BRAVE KNIGHTS CHOSEN BY OUR LORD IN HEAVEN! PLEASE ACCOMPANY ME ON MY QUEST FOR THE HOLY GRAIL!
Tre: What's in it for me?
Jimmy: YEA!
King Arthur: Er... fortune, fame...
Tre: HOT CHICKS?
King Arthur: I beg your pardon! Well..er.. Yes I suppose so...
Tre: IM IN!
Jimmy: Yeah! Me too!
King Arthur: Excellent! We must start right away! But FIRST I must offically knight you! What would be thy names?
Tre: Tre
Jimmy: JIMMY!
Jimmy and Tre: -keel again-
King Arthur: I daub thee -tapping Jimmy's shoulder- Jimmy the... um... Jimmy the... Jimmy the Tall!
Jimmy: SWEET!
King Arthur: And I daub thee -tapping Tre's shoulder- Tre the... Tre the Idiot.
Tre: WICKED!
King Arthur: -puts away sword- Now... WE'RE OFF! -mounts invisible steed and gallops off-
Jimmy and Tre: -look at each other then follow King Arthur-
Squire: -clopping coconuts together-
King Arthur: Jimmy the Tall and Tre the Idiot... we have an extremely important task ahead, THE SEARCH FOR THE HOLY GRAIL!
- dramatic music-