show no mercy

It’s one for… two for the… three to get…

“No! don’t go dude,” Elvis One, Two and Three scream in unison.

“Ow,” says Elvis Two. “He got me in the gut…”

Elvis One and Three swivel around.

“Oh, Colonel Tom,” says Elvis One. “I’m not sure that’s ever gonna come out.”

Elvis Three presses his fingers to the crease running through Elvis Two’s stomach.

“I can’t breathe,” gasps Elvis Two.

“Stay with me son,” says Elvis One, taking his buddy’s gun free hand. “Where’s the varmit that did this?” he asks.

“He’s over there on his hands and knees,” says Elvis Three, gesturing to the crumpled heap. He’s already started praying to Andy W for permission to move. “You said Andy W, if anyone takes one of us down, we’ve got to show no mercy.”

Andy W is just finishing a bowl of his favourite chicken soup for lunch when the buzzer above his mirror with the three Elvises lights up red. A message flashes across it ‘Incoming SF MOMA.’

He stands up and walks over to it.

“What’s up man?”

“We’ve been attacked Andy,” says Elvis One, trying not to cry. “Elvis Two is hurt – large crease caused by an elbow.”

Andy’s eyes narrow. “Who did this?” he says, his usual laidback manner extinguished.

“He did,” says Elvis Three, nodding at a dazed figure being hauled to his feet.

“I’m so sorry,” he says to a bewildered gallery assistant. “It was an accident. My laces came undone. I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

Andy W grins. “Music to my ears,” he says, clicking his fingers.

Screams and running feet echo throughout the gallery as Elvis One and Two stalk towards the figure responsible for the damage, guns pointed.

Peas w/Honey Workshop 2.1.26

Prompt: Someone tripping into Andy Warhol’s Triple Elvis Painting

by B. Hamblin