by: Essy Jane
The boys stood there all tied up looking at the preacher who just walked out of the car. Five men came out with their guns. As Milo saw the preacher, he glared at him funny. “Who’dis?” Milo asked.
“Preacher Joe was a little bit tied up so here I am. He didn’t want to ruin your daughters’ wedding. I am Pastor Dave,” The preacher said. The man stuck out his hand and shook Milo’s.
“Shall we begin?”
“Oh yes.”
“Dearly beloved, we’s gathered here to join…uh…what’s your name honey?” The pastor pointed to the blonde Beaudry.
“Tamara,” Tamara replied.
“What’s her name?” The pastor pointed over to the brown haired Beaudry.
“Peggy.”
“Join Peggy and Tamara in matrimony.” The two girls laughed.
“We’re marrying them boys over there.”
“Ah, I see.” The preacher pointed at Jesse. “You’re a very nice looking fella, I bet you gots a lot of gals want you.” Jesse rolled his eyes. He looked at the preacher carefully. “What’s his name?”
“Jesse.”
“And the other one?”
“Jose.”
“We are sad to report the demise of…”
“We’re doing the wedding one out of the bible!”
“Oh, sorry.”
“We are gathered here today in glad tidings…”
“I ain’t glad,” Jesse commented.
“Neither am I,” Jose agreed.
“Alrighty, we are gathered here in anger rage resentment bitterness irritation exasperation fury viciousness did I mention anger? Ah yes, I am sure I did. Did I mention I was Pastor Dave? Yes and we are gathered here to do a wedding of Jose and Tamara,” The Pastor went on.
“No! Tamara and Jesse,” Tamara said.
“Why would you want to marry Jesse? His hair is too close to your color. Jose has nicer hair.”
“JOSE is mine!” Peggy exclaimed.
“WOULD YOU JUST MARRY THESE FOUR?” Milo screamed.
“I don’t want to marry them, they are too young for me,” The pastor said.
“No! You get them to marry each other with the power you have.” The pastor nodded.
“So you don’t want me to get married to them. You want me to marry them to each other even though they are filled with anger, rage, resentment, bitterness, irritation, exasperation, fury not to mention viciousness?”
“My daughter’s want to get married, that’s what they’re goanna get…now get to work.”
“Alrighty then. We are…” Suddenly, the horn of Uncle Sam was sounded. Three blasts followed. You could see the two planes in the air.
“We’re being ambushed!” More explosions went off around them as Jo and Bo threw their dynamite. The Pastor began to run away when Milo grabbed onto his hair. The pastor kept walking and the mask came off. It was the great Essy-Jane.
“What, don’t you know every man has a girl inside his heart?” She asked him. Essy handed a knife to Jose and Jesse. They cut off each other’s ropes.
“You take Milo and I’ll take his son,” Jose called out.
“Uh huh, I always get Milo!” Lilly-Rose got out of the car as Jo got out of her plane. Bo continued to throw dynamite from above. Jo took on May-Anne. Lilly-Rose had Peggy. Essy had the greatest fighter of them all, Tamara.
Jose had managed to knock out the younger one. Jesse was still working on Milo. The gals continued to punch out their foe. Bo finally landed the plane and gave his son a hand. They got Milo down in one punch—well two if you count both fists.
“Essy, you were amazing. Y’all, thanks for saving us from the marriage of doom,” Jesse commented.
“My pleasure, Jesse—who would have thought those acting lessons would have come in so handy?”
“Well I am happy you used them. We would have been married a long time ago if you didn’t.”
“Well, enough chit chat, we have a wedding to get you boys to,” Bo said as he looked at Jo Anna.
“Okay, we’ll let the boys fly in one and I’ll fly back with you Dad,” Jo replied.
“Yeah but I want you to fly. You were amazing up there.” Jo smiled. She was thrilled that her father had that much confidence. They ran over to the planes and began to go. Let’s see if they get back in time.