Date: Thu, 12 Dec 1996 23:49:36 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT: Bat Time CatWoman wrote: ---claw---rip---claw--- >Batman looked at Robin, Robin could only shrug. They didn't have >anything better to do and Batman did want to find out what the >disturbance was and if these new people brought a threat to >Gotham, he'd have to deal with them anyway. > >"Yes," Batman answered. > >"Verrry well," Catwoman again walked down the alley and they >followed her once more into the unkown. > >Behind them, the small figure had listened to their conversation >with great interest and was taking notes. ------------------ Now Danny writes: "One tall and one short fella, weird looking, in capes," the note-taker wrote. "A long-horned horse and a long-nosed female rider. And some cat-like weirdo." "Bat Man, I'm confused," said Robin as he looked up into his hero's reassuring eyes. "Those two monsters were the bad guys, right? But they were impersonating two other monster-types who are really the good guys, right? I think. Tell me, tell me, tell me." "There, there, Robin." The Caped Crusader put his arm around his young protoge. "Yes, you are correct. Worry not, for despite the bizarre nature of this case, it is really very simple. Your explanation is complete. There are no hidden messages in all this. Its just one big mess, but, alas, a simple one. As for the recent explosion and rioting in Gotham City, well, I believe our Unicorn-riding host wants us to believe that's from the worm hole activity, but, I suspect there may be more to it. That, dear Robin - that is the one aspect of all this that is not so simple." "What are you two morons mumbling about?" CatWoman hissed. "My dear lady." Bat Man held his cape out, extending each arm, giving him the appearance of a late-night-movie vampire. "Can't a Super Hero have a quiet heart-to-heart chat with his help? I dare say young lady, you have poked your cold cat-nose into a forbidden place. Robin and I are trying to talk Cape-to-Cape." ----to be continued--- --------------------- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of E-MAIL while I nodded nearly napping I realized sumpin was hap'nin My computer began tapping, sorta rapping, rapping like it never did before Tis some virus entreating entrance to my hard drive's store Some late-night virus entreating entrance to my hard drive's store Will I e-mail nevermore? Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December and my dying 486 wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow Plainly I will need to borrow from someone surcease of sorrow through the loaning of one more rare and radiant 'pooter' that the salesmen name a 'loaner' nameless here till I get to the store