Jerome was not messing around. They got to the venue and he promptly took his lady to the arch and married her once and for all.
But wait a moment. Who is that back there serving the drinks?
That couldn't possibly be. . .
Lorraine?
No good could come of this.
At first Jerome and Michele were too happy and into each other to even notice.
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"Who's the happiest couple in all the land?" |
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"We are!" |
But when it came time to cut the cake-- there was no cake. What happened to the caterer they hired?
The caterer. . .
. . . was not catering!
It was as if she were catatonic. There was no cake. No one could eat a slice. While the bride and groom searched for the cake all over the venue, someone stole their wedding presents. Det. Jerome Gratz was soon on the case. It became apparent it wasn't only the caterer who had become catatonic. Random guests were mysteriously falling unconscious left and right.
And then Jerome stumbled upon. . . Oh no!
Who was that lurking in the background?
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Sonuva. . . .! |
Cheerful, thoughtful Jerome lost the last tendril of control he had on his temper. He stormed up to Derick. . .
Why I oughtta. . .
wound up a mighty haymaker. . .
throw this drink all over you!
And then --- deflateded.
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Whatever dude. |
Heeyyyyy! Lorraine, did you do something to my dri. . . "
Ha! I thought I saw Derick there in the back when they were under the arch!
ReplyDelete...And I'm not surprised. At all.