She entered the abbey slowly, feeling her

She entered the abbey slowly, feeling her way through the gloom. Stone columns towered over her, ending in the ruin f the roof. Bats flew in crazy circles overhead, squeaking.

The bats squeaking reminded her of laughter and seemed out of place in the dark, quiet abbey. The thick clunk of the door as it closed chilled her further. Then her cel phone rang

. Saboteurs by nature, the bats dangled aluminum foil around the phone, blocking its signal. Vengeful by nature, she stuck the bats in quarantine bubbles, causing a sonar eclipse.

Thus stymied from hanging around for high frequency gossiping, the old bats focussed their sphincters and emitted a caustic stream of guano which melted her quarantine bubble

told a joke in "bat-a-nese" but it was supra-sonic so no humans heard it. But it was side-splitting hilarious to bats. In fact the "bat-man" cracked up so hard that a penguin

grimaced and then cackled in the bat-man's general direction. The echoes of bat and penguin laughter permeated the sewer system. Down into the depths, where penguins prefer to

smoke their cigarellos & drink bourbon, they huddled together, placing bets on the outcome. "Shuddup, yuns! I got Vegas on the line! Bat-man's got the edge," the bookie penguin

shouted, waving his wings comically in the smoky air. "What!?" Henry yelled back at the penguin. "Your source is telling you that BATMAN will be the winner of the Superbowl?"

It was too late now, the book was already full, he'd taken the bets. He'd be ruined. How do you stop the batman from doing something? You give hime a bigger problem. He got a gun.