Nidoking wrote:

Yet more proof that letting me have an idea is itself a bad one.

	...yes.  Yes, it is.

    A priest, a rabbi, and a nun walked into a bar. It was the perfect
setup for a joke, but nobody so much as looked up. None of them really

	<snicker>  I can hear the 4th wall groaning under the load...

    The entering priest's Bible, however, had much more than alcohol
removed from its pages. He flipped it open and pulled a six-shooter out
of the hollow cavity. The rabbi flipped his menorah over and slid his
finger behind the hidden trigger, while the nun cast off her robe,
revealing a set of criss-crossed holster belts full of firearms and
ammunition.

	<blink>  That's... well, not unusual at all, in anime these days.

    "Thou shalt not move!" shouted the priest. "The rich man cannot
enter the kingdom of heaven, so blessed be he who empties his pockets
and gives unto me!"

	ROTFL

    "Every man should give one-tenth of his earnings to the Lord," added
the rabbi. "I'll assume you've all done that and take the other
nine-tenths now."

	ROTFLOL

    "Don't make me discipline all of you," finished the nun. "Anyone who
stands against the Holy Bandits gets an early opportunity to meet his
maker!"

	Dunno, after the first two, this one almost falls flat.  But I don't 
have any ideas to make it more clever, so feel free to ignore me.

    The priest grabbed a large ashtray and walked from table to table.
"Be not afraid, my children. Give generously, and the Lord will protect
you."

	This is like an SNL skit, back when SNL was at the top of its game.

    The bartender sighed. "These gimmicks get sillier every time."

	Amen, brother.

    The rabbi stopped short and aimed his menorah at the back of the
room. "Hey! There's a guy back there laughing at us!"

	It wasn't a guy, though.  Maybe "somebody/someone"?

    The Holy Bandits turned toward the faint sound of chuckling from the
farthest table. There were two people sitting there, but it was the
woman with the long, dark hair who was laughing. The blonde man stared
resolutely through his sunglasses at nothing in particular.

	Knew this HAD to be Vash.

    The priest leaned on the table and stared into the woman's eyes.
"You find something funny, Miss?"
    "Not really," said the woman. "You have a wonderful routine."
    "You like our routine, eh?" The priest smiled cruelly and thrust the
ashtray under her nose. "How about a tip for our performance?"
    "I think it could use fewer guns and more love," said the woman.
    The priest's eyes narrowed. "Eh?"
    "That's a tip to improve your performance," said the woman, pushing
the ashtray away.

	Saw THAT coming.

    "Don't make me hurt you," threatened the priest, leveling his gun at
her head.
    The woman smiled. "Oh, I don't plan to let you hurt me."
    The blond man, who until this point had seemed completely
uninterested in the interaction, quickly knocked the gun out of the
priest's hand and stood up, knocking the table over. The woman ducked

	Dunno... maybe make some reference to Vash's inhuman speed or 
something here.  Just "quickly knocked" seems... bland.

behind him and opened a book with a cover the color of the dust in the
streets. The book glowed as she pressed her finger to its pages.
"SHASHUU!" she shouted.
    The spiky-haired man leapt to action. He whipped out a pistol and

	"into action" is more typical.  Though he's *already* acting, so 
maybe he leaps to his feet, instead?

pulled the trigger several times in the blink of an eye, effortlessly
shooting the weapons out of the hands of the remaining Holy Bandits.
    "Crazy freak!" shouted the nun, unholstering another pair of guns
and shooting at the blond as quickly as she could. He ducked and dodged
his way across the room, ending up right in front of her without taking

	Or letting anyone else get hit, I assume.  Vash *is* Vash, after all.

    The priest cowered in the corner, quivering in fear. "Please don't
hurt me!" he begged. "I'll give you everything I have!"
    The blond's eyes sparkled. "Do you have... donuts?"

	<plotz>

    The woman smiled. "Just leave your thieving ways behind and spread a
proper religious message from now on. One of love and peace." Suddenly,
the book began to glow again, and she flipped to the next page. "Ooh,
it's a new spell! WERALGONADIE!"

	Took me a moment...

    "No!" screamed the blond as his arm began to absorb the pistol he
was holding. "Not that one!"

	AIEEEE!!  Run away run AWAY!

KONJIKI NO VASH/VASH BELL

	<convulsing on floor in agony>

And stay tuned for our next exciting mystery fusion:

    "I don't know what to do!" cried the boy in the baseball cap. He
quickly leafed through the strategy guide. "Ah, here it is! Pikachu,
Thundershock!"

KONJIKI NO ASH

	Ash Bell?  <whimper>  Mommy....

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Author's Notes: I'm sure this has been done before, somewhere. The
fusion is Konjiki no Gash/Zatch Bell, by Makoto Raiku, and Trigun, by
Yasuhiro Nightow. The second one was Pokemon, although it doesn't work
as well because Ash isn't blond. I was feeling particularly uncreative
when it came time to name the spells, so they're just Japanese-style
abbreviations of "Sharp Shooter" and "Wrist Cannon". I hope I haven't
spoiled anyone too badly.

	Ah.  I *was* wondering...


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