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Now
war arose
in Heaven,
Michael and
his angels
fighting against
the dragon.
[Revelation 12:7]
*********************
(The large ruddy face
of a red-haired angel
pokes into the crack
of the open Throne-Room
Door. The big angel,
recently healed and rested
from a ferocious
battle down on Earth,
is presently assigned
as a Temporary Guard
Angel to the Throne
Hallway.)
"My LORD?"
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Yes, Nathaniel.
What is it."
"Sylvestor and
BRIGGUND are BACK!
They're.....just OUTSIDE!
Can they come IN?"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Yes,
My Nathaniel."
(The ruddy, red-haired
angel nods: bumping his
big clumsy head
on the Golden Frame
of the big Door Way.)
"Okay! Give 'em about
ten MINUTES.....okay?
They gotta TALK to me,
about somethin' FIRST!"
[GENTLE NOD.]
[SIGH.]
(Nathaniel's
curly-red-haired
big head, and face,
slips out of
the Door Way.
Just outside,
in the Throne
Hallway, muffled sounds
of three angelic-voices
can be heard: whispering,
whining, and real weepy.)
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"They are back,
Father."
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"I TOLD You,
he wasn't going to
get that SWORD,
back!"
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Well.....We are
just going to have
send Michael and
his Squadron......"
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"NO! ABSOLUTELY
NOT! Those TWO
are just going to have
to LEARN!"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
(Muffled muttering
sounds outside
the Big Golden Door.)
(Knock. Knock.)
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"COME IN!"
(The Throne Room Door
opens slowly, and
hesitantly. Nathaniel's
bright red hair pokes
in, again.)
"Here they ARE.....
my Lord."
(The Door closes again,
and then opens. Two
really big angels:
one with dark-curly
hair and
the other
with curly-blond hair
and a big freckled face,
tip-toe silently
into the Golden Throne
Room. One of the
angels' wings are curved
downward, in an air
of total resignation
and defeat.)
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Come in,
My children."
(Sylvestor, the angel
with the downcast wings
and dark-curly hair,
walks barefoot onto
the Gold Tiled Floor.
His buddy, Briggund,
the one with the
curly-blond hair,
follows slowly behind:
his wings, though slightly
at a higher stance,
are dirty and ruffled.
Neither are carrying
their Heavenly-Battle
Swords.)
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"COME!"
(Both angels drag their
barefeet over to the
kneeling-cushions
on the floor in front
of the Two Gold Thrones:
one cushion
is deep-purple, and
the other is a crimson-
red. Both of the
angels drop to their knees
on the velvet cushions:
Sylvestor
onto the deep-purple,
and Briggund onto the
crimson-red.
Briggund's knees are
both scuffed-up, and dirty.
Sylvestor's dirty-
beige-gauze gown is
torn at the bottom, and
has a big stain on it:
it looks like green paint.
There is also a smudge
of green paint on
Sylvestor's face
and bulbous-of-a-nose.
Both big angels,
their curly hair
messed up and
bedraggled-looking,
fall with their faces
forward onto the Gold
Tiled Floor.)
[GENTLE VOICE.]
[SIGH.]
"Alright.....Briggund.
Tell Us,
what happened."
(A loud muffled, and
whiny voice comes from
the purple velvet cushion.)
"CAN I TALK,
my....LORD?"
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"NO, SYLVESTOR!
BE QUIET!"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Alright, Briggund.
Speak.
Tell Us....what happened."
(Briggund sits upright:
still kneeling on the
crimson-red velvet
cushion. He scratches
one of his scuffed-up
knees, and then sniffs.
He rubs the back of one
big hand over his plump
nose, and glances quickly
over to the rumpled dark-brown
curly head,
on the cushion, beside him.)
"Well, my Lord.....
it's like THIS...."
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"BRIGGUND!
Where is YOUR SWORD?"
(Briggund, glancing
over again to the back
of Sylvestor's curly-
dark-brown-mass, rubs
his plump nose again.)
"Eh......see....
it's like..THIS,
FATHER."
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"WELL?
YOU'RE A FIGHTING
ANGEL.....AREN'T YOU?
GIRD YOUR LOINS!
BE AN ANGEL!
SPIT IT OUT!"
(A muffled sound
comes from the purple
velvet cushion.)
(Briggund speaks up.)
"Darth took it,
FATHER....."
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"WHO?"
(Another muffled
sound comes from
the purple velvet cushion.)
(Briggund speaks up.)
"It was DARTH,
FATHER!
DARTH-DEMON!"
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"We THOUGHT....
children....
that you had been
victorious in your BATTLE....
the last time that you
were down on Earth,
and Nathaniel was injured."
(Muffled whiny mumble
from the purple cushion.)
(Briggund speaks up.)
"Well......YEAH,
my LORD! WE WERE!
But......
Darth was WAITING for US....
when, we RETURNED
BACK TO EARTH!
TO GET SYLVESTOR'S
SWORD THAT HE
LEFT AT THE TOYS-
R-US!"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Where was he,
My child."
"HIDING BEHIND
ONE 'A THE GIANT
STUFFED PANDAS!
WAY IN THE CORNER!
YA NEVER WOULD 'A
SEEN HIM!"
[GENTLE NOD.]
"Go on."
"HE KNEW THAT
SYLVESTOR HAD
LEFT HIS SWORD!
AND, HE KNEW THAT
WE WERE GONNA
BE SENT BACK
DOWN TO EARTH..
TO FETCH IT!"
(Muffled mumble
from the purple-velvet-cushion.)
"AND DARTH IS
REAL SNEAKY,
LORD! HE'S GOT THIS
LITTLE BITTY-DEMON
HELPER THAT ALWAYS
sticks.. WITH HIM!"
(Mumble from purple-
velvet cushion.)
"HIS NAME IS R2D2!
HE'S A REAL SLIMEBALL!"
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"How could such weak
and pitiful demons...
get a hold of BOTH of
your SWORDS?"
(Mumble from purple-
velvet-cushion.)
"BUT, FATHER......!
THEY'RE REAL SNEAKY!
R2D2 SNUCK UP BEHIND SYLVESTOR,
AND SQUIRTED A
BIG TUBE OF SLIMY-GREEN PAINT
ALL OVER HIM! IT WAS
FROM SOME WATER COLORING
BOX FROM THE
ARTS-AND-CRAFTS
DEPARTMENT!"
(Sylvestor lifts his
curly-head from the
purple-velvet-cushion.
A smudge of green paint
is on the velvet cushion.)
"And while BRIGGUND
TRIED TO GRAB THE
LITTLE SQUIRT, I
DIVED OVER
THE STORE MANAGER'S
DESK TO GRAB MY
SWORD, SO WE COULD
MAKE A DASH FOR IT
AND HIGH-TAIL IT
BACK HERE!"
[GRUFF SHOUT.]
"QUIET,
SYLVESTOR!
BE QUIET!"
(Sylvestor's curly-head
slips back down to the
purple cushion: two
plump hands cover the
green painted-smudgy
face.)
(Mumble.)
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"You still have yet
to explain.....
My child......
where is YOUR sword.."
"WELL.....LORD....
EH.....WHILE,
SYLVESTOR WAS
TRYIN' TO FLY OVER
THE STORE MANAGER'S DESK TO
RETRIEVE THE SWORD
THAT HE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT
THE LAST TIME WE
WERE THERE...."
[GENTLE NOD.]
"Yes?"
"DARTH-DEMON
JUMPED OUT...FROM
BEHIND THE GIANT
STUFFED-PANDA IN
THE CORNER AND
TOOK A SWAT AT ME!
I BEGAN TO FIGHT
WITH HIM....AND
WITHDREW MY SWORD AND......"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"AND.....
AND....."
(Mumble from purple
cushion.)
"HE TOOK IT,
LORD!
HE TOOK IT!"
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"But,
My child....
you are much larger,
and stronger,
than any of those
demons.....
aren't you?"
"WELL.....YEAH...
SURE,
MY LORD!
BUT.....those guys
are real SMART!
THEY HANG AROUND
THAT TOY STORE,
ALL THE TIME!
THEY REALLY KNOW
THEIR WAY AROUND!
IT WAS DARK INSIDE
THE STORE, AND.....!"
[SIGH.]
"R2D2 STUCK HIS
LITTLE BITTY TOE
OUT AND TRIPPED
SYLVESTOR! THEN,
HE SQUIRTED SOME
MORE PAINT ON HIM
WHILE DARTH JUMPED
OUT AND GRABBED
THE OTHER SWORD!"
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"I thought you said
that Sylvestor was
flying over the store
manager's desk to
get the sword; how
was he tripped?"
(Mumble from purple
velvet cushion.)
"Eh......well.....
Sylvestor isn't that
good of a FLIER,
my LORD."
(Gulp.)
"He's got a good....
SEND-OFF....but,
his WING-INTO-FLIGHT
ain't too GOOD!"
(Mumble from purple
cushion.)
"He's been PRACTICING.....
my LORD!
PRACTICING HIS
FLIGHT-TAKE-OFF
AND WINGED-INTO
-FLIGHT!
But......we kind'a
got SENT on this
ASSIGNMENT,
before Sylvestor
could.....Ya know....
POLISH IT ALL UP!"
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Alright...
My children....
go and get cleaned-up,
and rested....
and, then I will
send Nathaniel down
to accompany you,
this time...."
"BUT.......
LORD!
WE'RE SCARED
'A THOSE GUYS!
DARTH'S A REAL
SNEAKY MONSTER!
WE JUST KNOW
HE'S BACK THERE:
WAITIN' ON US!"
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"BRIGGUND!
SILENCE!"
(Briggund, still
kneeling,
puts his big curly-head
back down and covers
his big freckled face
with both of
his big hands.)
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"You have to face
your demons,
My child....
you cannot hide from
them."
(Mumble from crimson-
red cushion.)
"Yes,
my LORD!"
(More whiny mumble
from deep-purple
cushion.)
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Go and spend time
in prayer, and
resting.....
then take Nathaniel
with you,
and....."
(Loud whiny mumble
from purple cushion.)
(Briggund looks up.)
"CAN WE ASK MICHAEL...
THE ARCHANGEL..
TO COME WITH
US, MY LORD?
HE DON'T SCARE, TOO EASY!"
[GRUFF FATHERLY
VOICE.]
"NO!"
(Silence from purple
velvet cushion.)
(Silence from crimson
cushion.)
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Now.....
GO,
My children.
Go, and REST.
And, remember...."
(Both curly heads lift
up from their respective
velvet cushions.)
(Two angelic-voices
speak, in unison.)
"WHAT'S THAT,
MY LORD?"
[GENTLE SMILE.]
"I AM
always
with
you."
********************
In the world,
you have
tribulation;
but be of
good cheer,
I have
overcome
the world.
[John 16:33]
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