Lollipop Cruise, Part 5: Watchung Mountains

This is NewsCopter KTVNY… The people of the world’s cities…

Ascend to higher grounds… to escape structures collapsing…

From the ravaging earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, fires, tornadoes, & storms…

That are besieging… the “civilized world.”

Many debate if Angels Satan & Michael were right recently…

When they said our selfish actions brought on this apocalypse.

All wonder, “What will tomorrow be like… and the next day?”

Have we forced God to destroy our structures…

Because what we call “civilized”...

Replaced our serving God… and living by His Commandments…

With seeking… self-absorbed power and pleasure fulfillment?

The kids maneuvered cell and watch phones…

To connect with kids around the world…

They all agreed and screamed & moaned,

“Play for us Timmy. Please…

We need to hear your words. To put us at ease.”

This is NewsCopter KTVNY…

We’re circling high over Highway 78 West by Exit 41…

Over New Jersey’s Watchung mountains…

20 miles west of Manhattan.

Most NYC & local residents who’ve left home…

Have come west to reach Nature and mountains…

Once past the Hudson River…

People crossed the Palisades… Some stopped here.

Many have set up tents or just stay in cars…

As they flee collapsing cities… & God’s wrath.

They await further orders from one of God’s angels…

Like Satan, Michael, or Gabriel. This is so unbelievable.

Jezebel called to Timmy… “Come here, don’t wander off.”

She finished their tent at the top of this mountain…

From here, one could see the tips of NYC’s skyscrapers.

“Aren’t you Timmy? Didn’t you sing that awesome song…

In Central Park’s Strawberry Fields yesterday? Oh my God…

Oh my God… Oh my God… OMG…OMG… OMG… is it really you?!”

“My name’s Alicia… Hey guys… this is THE Timmy… come here…”

Kids swarmed in from all directions… like flakes in a blizzard.

“Could you sing for us? Please play for us? Pretty please… pretty please…

Won’t you sing us a song… ‘cause you’re our hero?”

The kids maneuvered cell and watch phones…

To connect with kids around the world…

They all agreed and screamed & moaned,

“Play for us Timmy. Please…

We need to hear your words…. To put us at ease.”

An irate president asked,

“So let me get this straight… We have three giant angels on the loose…

Thousands of regular angels assisting civilians…

None of them are hurt… and we’ve lost everything to them?

I don’t care if he IS God… I’m going to show him who’s boss! And that’s me!”

“Secretary of War… Prepare to supply the codes so we can press… the red button!”

“No… NOT the red button, sir… ANYTHING but the red button.”

“This will show him once and for all… He’s not the Boss… I AM!!!”

“But sir, a nuclear blast in that location would kill NYC and 20 million…

It would be unliveable in that whole region for decades.”

“I order you to unlock the codes… and prepare for detonation.”

“My name is Timmy… and Alicia made me sing…

I didn’t want to do it… then you all pulled me into this… thing.

You know, for me to get nervous… it takes only two or three…

Is the whole world really listening, Alicia? (She squeals.)

Brothers & sisters, we’re being pulled into the depths…

Of a powerful, weird thing… Can you feel it…? Can you feel it?

The angels are speaking to us… The angels are talking with us…

This is not only odd… It proves there’s a God!

We have to change our ways… I’m not sure what that means.

How we spend our time matters. What God wants matters.”

Timmy was only getting warmed up… A generation was bonding.

The kids maneuvered cell and watch phones…

To connect with kids around the world…

They all agreed and screamed & moaned,

“Thanks for playing for us Timmy…

Now we feel we’re not alone… Now we feel we have a home.”