"Aww crap, do you think this power outage stretched to Springfield?" I asked Batman, frowning.
"Probably." he responded. "Why?"
"I was gonna tape America's Best Dance Crew! And since the power's out, the VCR won't work." I corssed my arms and pouted, sinking into the black leather seats.
"You watch that show?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.
"Dude! The look like they're FLYING!"
"Umm. . ." he was about to say something else before the BatProjector flickered on again.
"MUHAHAHA!" Mr. J's obnoxiously large head appeared on the windshield. "I have stolen all the power in the U.S!" he laughed.
"YOU'RE THE REASON I'LL NEVER KNOW IF KABA MODERN MAKES IT TO THE NEXT ROUND!" I yelled, frustrated.
"You watch that show?" he asked, surprised.
"Why is everybody so shocked? They look AMAZING!" I sunk lower into my chair.
"You'll never be able to stop me!" he laughed yet again and signed off.
"Seriously. Why do you watch that show?" he asked again.
I rolled my eyes and hit the Mexican Party Button.
"Mexican Party Engaged." the monotone voice said.
The strobe lights came out of the hood of the Batmobile, creating enough light for Batman to drive.
"TO SPRINGFIELD!" Batman said enthusiastically and drove on.
"Um, why did you ever install a Mexican Party Button?"
"Well it came in handy, didn't it?" he said, smirking.
I glared at him and slid even further into my seat. By now I probably looked like I was part of the upholstry.
Our drive back to Springfield was silent, aside from the small Mexican Man that popped out of the hood and danced, sang, and played maracas every 22 seconds.
"Why do you think he'd need all that power?" I asked, fumbling with a small key lime that I found under the seat from our previous Citrus Celebration.
"I don't know. . ." Batman sighed.
"Oh! Remember, we found him trying to charge his iPod at the local power plant a while ago. . ." I trailed off.
"Well, it would have to be a pretty big iPod to need all of the power in the U.S."
"Maybe he want's cable."
Batman looked at me as if I had lost any marbles I might have had.
"Well it's true!"
He let out another sigh and we continued the drive to the power plant.
"BAMBI!" I screamed randomly and jumped out of the car.
"What the heck are you doing?!" Batman yelled, sopping the car. I climbed back in, a brochure in my hand.
"Look."
[[Robin does not actually like America's Best Dance Crew.]]
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