Robin and i were sleeping on the BatCouches while the end credits for The Invisible played over and over again.
Just then, the BatProjector turned on. Robin and i rolled of the couches onto the floor as the mayors face appeared on the wall.
As soon as he saw us in our pajamas on the floor, he burst into laughter. we stood up glaring at him. he stopped laughing only letting out a strangled giggle.
"Springfield is in danger!" he exclaimed still smiling. "you must save your citizens from Mr. J."
"him again?" Robin asked. "didn't we just beat him 3 hours ago?"
"yeah. we did," i looked at the mayor with a look of curiosity. "did he get away from jail?"
"well it is a Springfield jail..." he trailed off.
"so where is he?" i asked.
"he's in the power plant, trying to do something to the power," the mayor said.
"Great. He thinks he needs power now," Robin said.
"most supervillians do," the mayor said.
Robin and I glared at him.
We should go beat him just so we can...do something else," I said.
"mmkay," Robin said.
I killed the power on the BatProjector. We climbed into the BatMobile and sped through downtown Springfield on the way to the power plant.
When we got there, we saw Mr. J sitting by one of the generators looking at his watch. Robin turned on the BatListener to hear what he was mumbling.
"why do batterys take so long to charge?" he asked.
We snuck up behind him and i tapped him on his shoulder.
He turned around and fainted when he saw Robin and I.
"That was easy," i said doing a perfect imitation of the staples button.
I looked at what he was doing. He had a small battery plugged into the generator. Robin unplugged it. I looked at it.
I wonder, I thought.
"get out your iPod," I told Robin.
She pulled out her broken iPod that wouldn't stay charged. I plugged the battery in the bottom of the iPod. It came on. the battery bar said it was full.
"He was building an iPod battery?" Robin asked.
"Maybe his iPod wouldn't stay charged either," i said.
"they do tend to have that problem."
"we'll now that that's done, lets go back to the BatCave."
"sounds good to me" Robin said. . .
Just then, the BatProjector turned on. Robin and i rolled of the couches onto the floor as the mayors face appeared on the wall.
As soon as he saw us in our pajamas on the floor, he burst into laughter. we stood up glaring at him. he stopped laughing only letting out a strangled giggle.
"Springfield is in danger!" he exclaimed still smiling. "you must save your citizens from Mr. J."
"him again?" Robin asked. "didn't we just beat him 3 hours ago?"
"yeah. we did," i looked at the mayor with a look of curiosity. "did he get away from jail?"
"well it is a Springfield jail..." he trailed off.
"so where is he?" i asked.
"he's in the power plant, trying to do something to the power," the mayor said.
"Great. He thinks he needs power now," Robin said.
"most supervillians do," the mayor said.
Robin and I glared at him.
We should go beat him just so we can...do something else," I said.
"mmkay," Robin said.
I killed the power on the BatProjector. We climbed into the BatMobile and sped through downtown Springfield on the way to the power plant.
When we got there, we saw Mr. J sitting by one of the generators looking at his watch. Robin turned on the BatListener to hear what he was mumbling.
"why do batterys take so long to charge?" he asked.
We snuck up behind him and i tapped him on his shoulder.
He turned around and fainted when he saw Robin and I.
"That was easy," i said doing a perfect imitation of the staples button.
I looked at what he was doing. He had a small battery plugged into the generator. Robin unplugged it. I looked at it.
I wonder, I thought.
"get out your iPod," I told Robin.
She pulled out her broken iPod that wouldn't stay charged. I plugged the battery in the bottom of the iPod. It came on. the battery bar said it was full.
"He was building an iPod battery?" Robin asked.
"Maybe his iPod wouldn't stay charged either," i said.
"they do tend to have that problem."
"we'll now that that's done, lets go back to the BatCave."
"sounds good to me" Robin said. . .
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