Just Some God Ol' Boys

The bright orange Fiat with a black cross painted on the hood skids around the corner, with no fewer than eight police cars following close behind it, their sirens wailing.

The driver of the Fiat turns to his passenger, "Looks like Pope Hogg ain't to happy with us right now, Lucas."

"Well, Bocephus, maybe you ought'nt have knocked over his secret holy water still..."

The two hold a straight face for a beat and then crack up laughing, as the Fiat swerves around a fountain. The driver notices that up ahead the road crossing a canal is under construction.

"Bridge out," he says. "Think the ol' Saint Leopold can handle it?"

"Verily," the passenger pats the dashboard.

"Amen to that. Hang onto yer prayer beads, brother!"

The car leaps over the canal.

"YEEE-HAAAAWWW!!"

*freeze frame*

"Well, it looks like them Priest boys have got all o' Vatican County on their tails. Stay tuned to find out if it comes back to bite 'em in the apse..."