Originally posted by DanielMcCollum
Smiling the two McCollums parted on good terms. Somewhere, far far away, hell froze over, and pigs took to the skies in record numbers. A grown man wept tears of happiness over a glass of whiskey.
Those tears of happiness, however, would not last for long. For in a semi-darkened gymnasium in the Vatican, Pope Pius V had just finished working on his low post game with the New Ethiopian ambassador. As the ambassador took his leave, Father General Sarducci and Bishop Gotti entered the chamber. Sarducci wiped his hands with an ominously bloody rag.
"Boss, sorry to disturbs you," said Gotti sheepishly. "But we got some pressing business at hand."
"Very well" replied the Pontiff.
Gotti shifted back and forth uncomfortably, then turned to Sarducci. "Um . . . How about you tell him, Guido."
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Fat coward," muttered the Jesuit under his breath. "Your Holiness, the Anti-Pope escaped from our surveillance in Rome."
"WHAT???" roared the Pontiff. "HOW IN THE NAME OF ST. ADRIAN COULD THAT HAVE HAPPENED!!!"
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See," whispered Gotti. "
I knew he’d be upset . . ."
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Silence buffoon, you’re not making things any easier . . ." hissed Sarducci. "Evidently, your Holiness, they tunneled under the building and escaped into the catacombs."
"WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF MONITORING THEM???" growled Pius V.
"Uh . . . Father Bellagio," whimpered the Bishop.
"Have him reassigned this instant to the Jesuit mission in Copenhagen to convert the Danish King," declared the Pontiff.
"Um . . . But Boss, Father Bellagio is a nice guy, see. He's on duh local bocci team with me. And you’re aware, right, that duh Dane whacked duh last eleven Jesuits you sent to convert him."
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Pope Pius V glares at Gotti.)
"Heh, heh." Gotti forced a laugh. "Right. Of course you was aware of dat . . . I guess we’ll be making it an even dozen martyrs then. (
Sigh. There goes the Championships.)"
"THIS IS A DISASTER!!!" bellowed the Pontiff. "I specifically said I wanted Germanus to remain alive! ALIVE!!! Now, the torch and pitchfork brigade will tear him limb from limb when they find him!"
"In fact," confessed Sarducci. "They've already tried. Germanus’ safe house in Northern Italy was uncovered by a particularly vigilant butcher in Mantua who became suspicions about a neighbor’s requests for bratwurst. It . . .got ugly."
"HOW UGLY???" asked the Pope.
"Well," explained the Inquisitor General. "The crowd gouged out Germanus’ eyes, bit one of his ears off and crushed both of his legs under a millstone before the local priests could restrain them. We’re hoping he’ll live. But, at his advanced age . . . well . . . it’s hard to say? He is, as we speak, being returned to Rome under armed escort."
"AND WHAT OF THE HERETICS WHO HOUSED HIM???" demanded Pius V.
"Um . . . this one’s a little bit embarrassing, Boss." offered Gotti. "They was . . . well . . . bludgeoned to death by the mob and then . . .sigh . . . run through duh butcher’s meat grinder. I wouldn’t be ordering any salami from Mantua for duh next few months."
"SO, IN THE END DID WE DISCOVER ANYTHING ABOUT THE NETWORK OF HERETICS WHO AIDED IN THE ANTI-POPE’S ESCAPE??? OR WAS THIS ENTIRE OPERATION A COMPLETE AND UTTER WASTE OF TIME???" screamed the enraged Pontiff.
"Well, there’s the smallest of silver linings, your Holiness." urged Sarducci. "The Anti-Pope left one of his so-called Jesuits back at the safe-house in Rome to fool our watchmen. This Brother Otto was taken alive and I have just finished his interrogation."
"AND DID HE AT LEAST IMPLICATE McCOLLUM?" queried the Pope.
"Well . . . um . . . yes and no, your Holiness" confessed the Father General as he handed the Pope a sheaf of papers. "Here take a look at the transcript for yourself."
"Where," muttered the Pope as he leafed through Brother Otto’s confession. "On this page that begins "AHHHH! AHHHH! GOD NO! PLEASE TAKE THE SPIDERS OUT OF MY MOUTH! . . ."
"Oh, no." offered Sarducci, helpfully. "It’s a little bit after that part. It’s just halfway down the page that begins "NOOOO! NOOOO!!! FOR THE LOVE OF MARY!!! NOOOO!!! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO DO WITH THAT GLASS ROD!!! AHHHHH! NO, DON"T INSERT IT THERE!!! PLEASE, GOD!!! ANYWHERE BUT MY MANHOOD!!! ARRRGGGH!!! ARRRGGGH!!! OHMIGOD!!!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT HAMMER? NOOOO!!! NOOOO!!! PLEASE, FATHER SARDUCCI!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!! PLEASE, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! . . ."
"Oh yes, now I see." said the Pope. "WELL, WELL, WELL! Nothing about the General here. But, it does seem that his wife has been a
naughty girl. Hmmmn. An
awfully naughty girl. Hmmmn. I wonder if General McCollum knows about this?"
"About the heresy and spiriting away the Anti-Pope in the middle of the night?" inquired Sarducci. "It would be hard to establish, given that he was away at the front. But, I suppose we could rely on the
lex humilis to extend her guilt to her husband. It’s a bit technical for my tastes, though . . ."
"No, no no." admonished the Pope. "I meant the adultery, Guido.
The adultery. I mean . . . MOTHER OF GOD, this is some juicy stuff you’ve uncovered here, Sarducci.
And with a priest, and relative, no less . . . THIS IS PRACTICALLY BIBLICAL!!! My, my, my. No wonder she tried to have Germanus spirited away! I always knew these German Catholics were heretics. But, let me tell you,
evidently these boys know how to sin as well! Good heavens, I wonder if Donal McCollum has even the faintest inkling about who his true father really is?"
"So, shall I have Gretta McCollum arrested, your Holiness?" asked Sarducci.
"Oh no," replied the Pontiff. "I wouldn’t dream of putting this poor dear noblewoman on trial. I think we can safely induce the appropriate level of remorse and repentance in her with a simple Papal act. The conduct of "Mrs. McCollum" is pretty clearly subject to
censures latæ sententiæ simply reserved to the Pope. It’s practically straight out of The Counsel of Trent, Sess. XXIV, c. i, De ref. matr. Oh well, let’s get to the paperwork, Gentlemen."
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As the three clerics left the room to hurl the lives of the McCollums into a black abyss of confusion and despair, Bishop Gotti mentioned to the Pontiff: "Oh yeah, and the Senators are on the verge of ousting the new Doge." "Dammnit," murmured the Pontiff "That Goat could have come in handy. I knew we should have served veal . . .")