The three kings made an incongruous sight. Little Shirtless reckoned he could ride anything, including camels. Blondie had fitted sat-navs. Baby-face had brought his toy rockets.
Their mission? To eradicate the opposition. Amazingly, they found Bethlehem. Pennsylvania.
"Where's Cheeses?" Blondie yelled at a passer-by. Shirtless stared threateningly. Baby-face grinned and fondled his rockets. "Where's Cheeses?" Blondie chanted.
Someone accidentally mentioned the newborn Iraqi girl. "That girl Shazia's house is down the street," she confessed.
"Shazia's? Cheeses? Close enough," said Blondie. But before he could say another word Baby-face had unleashed his toy rockets, wasting them all, including – sadly – poor Shazia.
Their mission? To eradicate the opposition. Amazingly, they found Bethlehem. Pennsylvania.
"Where's Cheeses?" Blondie yelled at a passer-by. Shirtless stared threateningly. Baby-face grinned and fondled his rockets. "Where's Cheeses?" Blondie chanted.
Someone accidentally mentioned the newborn Iraqi girl. "That girl Shazia's house is down the street," she confessed.
"Shazia's? Cheeses? Close enough," said Blondie. But before he could say another word Baby-face had unleashed his toy rockets, wasting them all, including – sadly – poor Shazia.
