Popeman and Choirboy - Part 13

Popeman and Choirboy - Part 13

The Park


Beer cans and smashed wine bottles decorated the entrance to the park.  The night was calm.  A cold wind blew.  Rats ran across the street.  John Paul marched forward towards the shadowy demons hidden in the park.

Francis, back in the car continued banging on the window.  Screaming "I want to help!  I want to help!"  Tears running down his face.  But no matter how hard he tried the door wouldn't budge.

The Homeless Bums, twisted, unsightly and hungering for the warmth of the living, staggered towards John Paul.  Baseball bat in hand, he stood firm.  Despite the chaos ahead of him, John Paul was filled with the calmness of a warrior.  Nothing would stop him from fulfilling his heavenly duty to save Christmas.

John Paul then charged forward.  Swinging his baseball bat, Whack! Shatterd bones.  Woosh! crushed skulls.  Bam! Bam! Bam! Heads rolled across the floor.  John Paul was saving Christmas with ease.  But just when he thought he had killed them all, a Bum leaped out of a tree, knocking John Paul to the ground.  The Bum towered over John Paul.  Filled with blood lust the Bum swung his hands erratically beating John Paul black and blue.

Out of nowhere a saviour arrived, in the form of a small boy, Francis.  He jumped onto the erratic Bum, rode him like a bucking-bronco, pulled out his divine fountain pen, held it towards the heavens, saying a silent prayer before swiftly gouging it into his right eye.  The Bum let out a screeching howl of agony "AAAaaagggghhhhh......!!!!" His movements became even more chaotic flinging Francis off his back and onto the ground.  The Bum looked around aimlessly until he finally spotted Frances, red cape blowing in the wind and like a raging bull he charged forward, intent to kill.

John Pauls daze slowly faded.  He didn't have the strength to get himself up, but he managed to somehow find the strength the fling his baseball bat to Francis "Use this boy.  Quick!" Francis lifted his hand, grabbed the bat and when the Bum was close.  Bam! the Bum crashed to the ground.  Francis stood on his chest, grabbed his pen and with all his might he yanked out his pen, along with the Bums right eye.  Placing both back into his pocket.

Francis then helped John Paul to his feet.  John Paul then asked "How the hell did you get out the car?"  Francis then explained  "I crawled to the front and opened your door.  Child-lock only works on the back doors". John Paul laughed and they both walked back to the Popemobile.  "Let's pick up Jesus and tackle the Mosque together."

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