THE BOYS AND THE BULLETS

'Oh, yes!" cried Matt as Luke shot a huge ball of semen up his even more huge left nostril. The Thunder Bolt that followed was deafening. * * * "There's the signal," said Joshua. "Let's go!" Daniel nodded. "A kiss for luck first," he said, with which Joshua willingly obliged. Then they turned to face the GUNS, GUNS, GUNS AND MORE GUNS traveling show's tent displays. They raised their hands as if to high five and created their own clap of thunder, not nearly as loud as Matthew and Luke's, but loud enough to do the job. Instantly, six other pairs of Thunder Boys appeared. "Proceed as planned," Daniel told his companions. "Where are Thomas and Peter?" A moment later, two much smaller thunder bolts came and the two youngest Thunder Boys stepped from them. "Sorry," said Peter. "Tom and I each had some family business to take care of, so our powers weren't at full strength, being apart, so the summons took a moment to answer." The two boys joined hands for a moment and a ball of lightning formed between their palms. "There we are," said Thomas. "Back at full strength. Let's go." * * * "What kind of gun would you like, ma'am," said the dealer to the wild eyed woman who was looking shiftily around everywhere as if some all encompassing force were after her, saliva dripping from her mouth and making noises that sounded more like an elephant and sometimes a tiger's growl than anything that should be coming from a human mouth. "Something big and powerful," she said. "THEY'RE after me." "Who?" asked the dealer. She shrugged. "The government. The aliens. THe wild beasts. My brothers children." "Why are your nieces and nephews after you?" he asked. "You know how two year olds can be,"she said. "Once they decide you need to die, they never give up." "Well," said the dealer, thinking a moment, but then deciding that it was none of his business. "If you'd like an M. . ." Suddenly, the clear blue high noon sky went pitch black. There were screams from all over, but then came a huge clap of thunder that turned into a voice. "Your attention please, Gun Lunatics. This death show has been permanently cancelled. The Thunder Boys are here to rid this place of those who think gun rights should trump life rights. Anyone who wishes to abide by this new reality has exactly one minute to vacate this location. Then the storm will break." * * * Many people did flee, although not as many as Joshua, Daniel and their companions had hoped. A moment after it was clear that all who were going to had fled, Thunder Rolled and Lightning flashed all around, and The Thunder Boys appeared in a wide circle surrounding the encampment. "Fire," shouted one of the main organizers of the show. Daniel tuned to Joshua with a bored sigh. "They never learn, do they?" Joshua shook his head. "It seems not, Daniel. Although maybe they have not heard of us yet. Too bad for them." As they were talking, bullets and shrapnel flew at them and their companions from every direction inside their circle, but it all dissolved no less than six inches from anyone's body, and with the thunder bolts they all threw back much of it even farther away than that. "Bring the cannon," shouted someone else. Daniel and Joshua looked at each other. "Let's let them see what we have." The others nodded their agreement and all stood stock still as canons were pulled out, pointed in all directions, and loaded. "Blow them away," shouted several people from the show. Twelve canons were fired at once, but all twelve canon balls dissolved just like the bullets had. Then several pairs of THunder Boys threw Thunder Bolts at the canons themselves, and they also dissolved, as did the guns people started to reload when the thunder bolts hit them. "Has anyone here seen enough?" asked Daniel. "If so, you are free to leave. For those who do not, this "show" is about to get a lot more interesting and frightening. You have thirty seconds to start walking for the door, and if you reach it, we'll know you mean it and will let you leave." A large portion of those who remained started running for the door. "Traitors and cowards!" cried the head of THe Gun Nuts Board. He drew a knife and was clearly about to throw it at the back of one of his companions, but a quick Thunder Bolt from Thomas dissolved it too. Everyone remaining paled. "What is it you want?" someone finally asked. "An end to the thought that gun rights count more than life rights," said Peter. "To stop seeing events where people like that woman can get a fire arm. Let's have an NRA that teaches gun safety and is a shooting club again, like it was when it was founded, so I've heard. I'm only twenty-five, so I wasn't there. But let's have it stop being a hub for gun nuts. Let's. . ." Suddenly, he stopped as Thomas cried out as a fist struck his wind pipe. "That does it," said Joshua. "These walls are coming down." With that, all arms were raised and brought down, and the whole field exploded in flooding rain, roaring winds, lighting across the sky from and in all directions, and thunder so loud it seemed to explode from all directions at once. Over the roar of destruction, Daniel shouted, "Let's get Thomas and Peter back to THe Fortress of Thunder. THe magic of the walls will heal them. THen next stop, The Republican Convention." All couples joined hands, Daniel and Joshua also holding Thomas and Peter's hands together, all waved their conjoined hands to summon a bolt of thunder and shaft of lightning, and a moment later there was no sign of life at all left on the field. LOOK FOR, -WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE CATASTROPHE AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL-, COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU.