The Masked Saint Page #2

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- Daddy, watch out!

- Oh, man! The Reaper throws

the Saint across the ring! Oh!

It looks like this match

isn't over.

The Reaper grabs

the Saint's left leg!

- What's happenin'? What's

happenin'? What's happenin'?

- Let him go! Let him go!

- No mercy!

- No-no-no-no-no!!

- Daddy!

- That's not right.

- Ah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

and the winner!

WFW champion:

The Reaper! The Reaper!

- Hey, hey, hey!

Is he OK? What's wrong?

What happened?

- Do we want

the lampshades or no?

- Honey, they're

attached to the wall!

- Not if you want it,

it won't be!

- Maybe leave them

for the new owners

so they can have

a little light too?

- Your loss, Mom.

- Aha!

The last bedroom box standing.

- I think most of

the stuff, we can donate.

Right, Piper?

Pipes agrees.

Go get Carrie!

- Your leg gonna

make the trip OK?

- Ah...

- Oh, Chris!

- Leg's come a long way.

- One good thing

came out of all of this.

It's that the Reaper

will never wrestle again.

Nicky saw to that.

- Nicky...

And now, you have got

a congregation to lead.

- You ready for

Westside Baptist?

- I'm ready for the church...

I don't know if

I'm ready for Michigan.

- You know, when I interviewed

with the search committee,

they accurately described it

as the wrong side of the tracks.

- Well, we will go

where the good Lord

sends us, even though Florida

would've been a bit warmer.

- Michelle, the, uh...

last pastor only

lasted 3 months.

One before him, 7. There were

threats made by local gangs...

- Local gangs and the church

isn't doing so well, I know.

The Lord never gives us

more than we can handle.

In the interview, they said they

wanted a fighter, didn't they?

- Literally or figuratively?

- I think in your case, they're

getting a little bit of both.

- Got it!

- Oh...

- She gets that from you!

- Here you go, Piper.

Mom, where are we?

- Doesn't look that bad!

- Gotta trust His plan, right?

- Yeah!

- Yeah.

- Are we there, yet?

- Soon, Carrie.

Right, hon?

- I...

think so...

- You think so or you know?

- Uh... that's a "think so."

I don't really know

where we're going.

- Nice guy, thinks he can drive

in the middle of the road!

Ask and ye shall receive.

It looks huge.

Come on, Piper, we're here!

Can you believe it?!

- You're good?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Alright.

- Pastor Chris,

Mrs. Samuels,

welcome to Westside!

Come on in! Hi!

Hi, I'm Tim McDonald,

Westside's treasurer.

Takes me a little

while, sorry about that.

- Hello, Mr. Treasurer!

- Hello! You must be Carrie!

Hi, I'm Tim.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Can I go play in the snow?

- Oh, I... Is she

alright in the courtyard?

- Absolutely!

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