Only I would find an injured bat, rescue it from a pack of angry wolves (okay, inquisitive miniature dachshunds) wearing oven mitts I got for a crappy Christmas present last year (finally found a use for those damn things) and carefully place the poor thing in a Salvatore Ferragamo shoebox (bet that's the equivalent to a Four Seasons Spa & Resort for a bat) for safekeeping until “Batwoman” (that’s name I gave the bat rescue lady) gets here to pick up the poor fella and nurse it back to bat-health.
Hmmm…I wonder if Batwoman will arrive in full bat costume…maybe she’ll even be driving, dare I dream, the Batmobile? Now, that would definitely cap off my weekend in grand style! Batwoman arriving at 6451 Runnemede Lane in the Batmobile! I could just hear the chatter of my neighbors, “Did you see the Batmobile pull up to Brad’s house? Wonder what bat emergency occurred? Will Gotham City ever be the same?” I would surely win Home and Garden of the Month again with the Batman sign perfectly shining over my house.
Stayed tune…same bat-time…same bat-channel.
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