2-1; Mary Mother of God 2!

by Gabriella in Math Class, Doodling

Director: *rubs his tummy and looks at the newspaper* (to his wife) 'Ya know, I miss the cast of Mary, Mother of God.
Clarice (his wife): You just saw them half an hour ago!
Director: So? I can be a bit of a softy.
Clarice: Riiiight...
*doorbell rings, Clarice gets it*
Clarice: Nathaniel! Your cast is here! (grumpily) Again.
Director: *runs to the door and grabs his coat* Well hello Joe! And if it isn't Mary and Anne! Nice to see you!
Joe: It's Jose now. Ho-say. Mary thought of it a second ago!
Mary: We just came here to tell you that!
Clarice: (grumpily) Haven't you heard of the, um, PHONE?!
Mary: I think so... But we live, er, lived 2000 years ago!
Clarice: (snappy) No you didn't! You're living in the year of 2008! OMG!
Mary: Oh, really?
Clarice: Yes!!!!!!! There are even portable phone called cells. Now you can listen to music in your cell. It's called an I-phone!
*Promise, er, Mia (the 12 year old daughter) randomly comes dancing by listening to "Our Song" on her I-phone*
Mia: (singing) 'Cause it's late and your momma don't know. *keeps humming the song and dances away*
Clarice: *points to Mia* Exhibit A!
Mary: O-kay.
*Mary and Clarice keep fighting while Jose and Nathaniel go into the kitchen, grab some subs and opcorn, and go watch the football game*
*in the living room*
Jose: Women! *shakes his head* Now, some manly stuff! This is encredible! Never seen anything like it! *stares into flat screen TV and watches football*
Director: Great, ain't it? *smiles* Boo-yah! touchdown!
*both men get on their feet and cheer*
Clarice: (yelling) Nathaniel! Get back here!
Mary: Clairce! YOUR yelling is waking the baby! Shhh Jesus. (yelling) JOSE! GET YOU BIG BUTT HERE!
*both men return to their wives looking drunk and have beer and wine in their hands*
Director: Yes? My dear? Ohhhh... *faints*
Clairce: *getting Director back up* Nathaniel, what have I told you about wine?
Director: *drunk and holding up his index finger* Too...little...no...good... *faints again*
Mary: Jose?! What did you do?!
Jose: *not so drunk* Watch football, eat chips, drink beer...
Mary: *grabbing Jose* Men. *baby cries* You're so good little Jesus! *baby stops* (under her breath) Men!
Clairce: What are you doing?!
Mary: Going back to our own time period, and...to a doctor!
*Mary drags Jose up a ramp to a time machine while director gets up*
Mary: *pushing buttons 0 B.C.* We'll be back in our own time period in no time! GOOD-BYE!
*Ramp closes and time machine dissappears*
Clairce: Good riddance!
Director: *mouth wide open* They have a time machine?! They left?
Clairce: *shuts his mouth and brings him inside* You watch too much TV. Come on, I'll give you some of my delicious soup!
Director: *sticking out his arms and begging for mercy* NO! NO! Not the horrible soup!

THE END!