Dick Grayson (emancipatedward) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-11-13 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick::emancipatedward, tim::street_kid |
Ferretlog!
Who: Tim and Dick
What: Marathoning the next few episodes of Adam West!Batman The Fearless Ferret.
Where: Their room
When: Some evening after patrol.
Why: . . . you have to ask?
Warnings: This entire log is basically an IC MST-ing of the Batman TV series starring Adam West and Burt Ward as if it was really The Fearless Ferret (Kim Possible's spoof of said Batman series) while being amused that it's a cheesier version of the old Batman and Dick!Robin days. So really, in order to actually understand wtf they're talking about (and also to be introduced to one of the AWESOME series EVER), I'd suggest following the helpful links and reading along with the birdboy commentary as you watch the episodes.
Tim: *blanket to couch, popcorn goes ding! and two strawberry-filling cakes from Eureka's batch are only slightly smooshed over there on the side-table*
Tim: *with those telltale squared-off smooshings that mean they were in the Cake Compartment B|b*
Dick: *Nice work Little Bird* 8|b
Dick: *Now we just need to ferret out the Ferret*
Tim: *pass you the remote, what ep we watchin bro*
Dick: *'Parently watching ep 5 8|b*
Tim: B|b *oh hey, intro of the joker.*
Dick: 8|b
Tim: *snerk* penology
Tim: dsfjsd now there's a familiar face B|
Dick: *Smirk, elbow*
Dick: Breakout in 3 . . .
Dick: 2 . . .
Tim: ... yanno, *mimicking Scottish accent* if this weren't that kinda show I'd be waiting for somebody to get their hand blown off
Tim: *with you* 1!!
Tim: sprung
Dick: Better than a rockettree?
Dick: Or maybe worse. *smirk*
Tim: Worse. BD
Tim: Gee, I like that phone.
Tim: All out there on his desk like the president's nuclear line.
Dick: Loud, shrill beeping.
Tim: GOSH BRUCE YES. *elbowing you*
Dick: *Snort* Golly, I don't know WHAT I was thinking!
Tim: Gee whiz.
Tim: *was going to say more, but is continually distracted by the batpoles*
Tim: *tell me you're singing along with this theme too"
Dick: *Totally*
Dick: *It's catchy*
Tim: * it is!*
Dick: Atomic batteries to power!
Tim: Turbines to speed!
Tim: Are they ALL special guest villains.
Dick: They've all got short attention spans.
Dick: Only lasts about a half hour.
Tim: Chronic problem.
Tim: bust. *snerk*
Dick: *Elbow*
Dick: *Grin*
Tim: BD!!
Tim: *laughing*
Tim: *laughing harder at the parking*
Tim: GOLLY GEE WHIZ IT'S THE BOY WONDER
Tim: so popular in the comedian crowd. B'D
Dick: *Smug* Well I do pun with the best of them.
Tim: Holy blue bass.
Tim: Break-in in 3...
Tim: Wooo, commercial break. *slumping into your side*
Tim: |< *slumping into you*
Tim: *that's actually a not bad jokerlaugh*
Dick: *Arm around you*
Tim: Hall of what.
Dick: Fabulous jewels.
Tim: did you really ever say things at the same time.
Tim: I mean, I know it was a cornier time back in the dark ages.
Dick: Not with him.
Tim: .... wasn't this supposed to be impossible to break in?
Tim: pffft 'THWAPP!"
Dick: Taken out by a cardboard sword.
Tim: Ouch.
Tim: secretly extracts cake.
Dick: *Snerk*
Dick: Oh look.
Dick: The smoke color coordinates.
Tim: Convenient camoflauge.
Tim: ... only it has pie instead of cake?
Dick: *Snicker*
Tim: And grants wishes for Harley 0.2.
Tim: Nice suit, Dick.
Tim: SUBCONSCIOUSLY?
Tim: COULD HE BE... actually pointing toward his next crime?
Dick: Perish the thought!
Dick: Of course.
Tim: Use? For EVIDENCE?
Dick: Of course not.
Dick: Why would the police department need something like THAT?
Tim: So what's the hydro-spectrographic analyzer analyze, boy wonder.
Dick: Dust, apparently.
Dick: . . . I never rhymed, either, for the record.
Tim: I'm incomparably glad to hear that.
Tim: *elbow jab is also an excuse to settle better*
Tim: Bet you DID hang from the rigging in an opera house at least once.
Dick: *Smirk* We're Bats. We spend most of our time in the rafters.
Tim: oh no.
Tim: *flat* Their identites.
Dick: At risk in just the fifth episode.
Tim: What will they do. Their arms are held just so they can reach their cursed. Unconstitutional. Utility belts. =|
Dick: Of course they're obviously doomed.
Tim: Guess there's no need to even watch episode 6.
Tim: *lol cueing up, pass the popcorn*
Dick: *Passing!*
Tim: *om nom nom*
Tim: =/ You're not supposed to repeat your puns, that's doing it wrong
Dick: Aw, now, they're still pretty new at this.
Tim: (nana nana nana nana)
Dick: (Ferreeeeeeeet)
Tim: Feereeeeet
Tim: Called it.
Dick: *Low five*
Tim: Thank you, Boy Obvious.
Dick: *Elbow* No problem, Boy Smartass.
Tim: ... okay, Joker's puns are better. And that's just terrible.
Tim: did he just whip out Bat-horseshoes?
Dick: I think those're supposed to be handcuffs. Not sure how anyone's supposed to get them on if they don't open, though.
Tim: Alfred is hella tall. =o
Dick: Following in the noble tradition of classic butlers.
Tim: *snerk* impotence
Dick: Like Lurch.
Dick: *Snerk, elbow*
Tim: The Ferret is PRAYED TO?
Dick: And we thought Bruce had a god complex.
Tim: =|a laughs well, like a reservoir?
Tim: oh fine.
Tim: HA.
Tim: =D
Dick: *Smirk*
Tim: *low five*
Dick: *Back atcha*
Dick: One thing you gotta give 'em.
Tim: ?
Dick: It's always Wonder Weasel that figures out the riddles. *smirk*
Tim: >D Him or Lurch.
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: One thing you DON'T gotta give 'em. =|
Tim: Stealth.
Dick: Or fighting skills.
Tim: Beergut probably gets in the way.
Dick: I'm sure the upsidedown utility belt doesn't help either.
Tim: Thank you, Obvious Wonder
Tim: Yeah, chum, common failing
Tim: keep thinking of only yourself =|
Tim: *elbownudge, nudge*
Dick: Yeah, all that talk of US looking like dumbbells. How selfish.
Tim: Hit Legislation Aimed At Women.....?
Tim: =<
Tim: Ow.
Dick: Don't ask.
Dick: We're better off not knowing.
Tim: Read my mind.
Tim: Robin,TheBoyWonder really is his single name isn't it.
Tim: er, I mean of course, WonderWeasel,TheWeaselWonder
Dick: *Snerk*
Dick: *Have a squeeze*
Tim: *snuggle*
Dick: A universal drug antidote pill.
Tim: I want one.
Dick: Me too.
Dick: . . . when did they have time to analyze the cork in the bottle?
Tim: nice goin Fearless Ferret, just confetti your own partn- maybe they STOPPED TIME
Dick: The Ferret time machine! Of course!
Tim: I want one.
Tim: *have a snuggle*
Dick: *Squeeze*
Dick: I think I like that Harley better.
Tim: really? Her hair's kinda freaky.
Dick: She doesn't carry around a bazooka and giant mallet, though.
Tim: djfffff YES HAROLD, THERE IS A SANTA FERRET
Dick: *Snicker*
Tim: fair point.
Dick: I knew it!
Tim: Hm?
Dick: *Dramatic, hand to the forehead* Bruce really DOES laugh at my misery!
Tim: *cracks up*
Dick: *Grin*
Tim: all that time - hee hee hee - we thought he was off brooding - ahahaha
Tim: at least we can always count on Alfred for milk n' cookies. =')
Tim: *have a cookie, saved you one*
Dick: *Aww thanks, bro*
Tim: *least I could do. om nom popcorn.*
Tim: oh hey, this looks familiar =]
Dick: Mr. Freeze. :|b
Tim: ... except the screams. =|
Tim: Shoulda figured. =|b
Tim: y'know if these guys just learned how to drive I bet they could blend in way bett-
Tim: ---
Tim: didn't he do that to YOU
Tim: ?
Dick: . . . yeah.
Tim: o.O
Dick: Only we were next to a CLIFF.
Tim: =< further evidence you're actually invincible.
Dick: *Snort* I caught hold of a branch.
Tim: =] b
Dick: *Siiiiigh hair ruffle*
Tim: *snuggle* aww, playboys.
Dick: CHILLING news.
Tim: how come Bruce never took ME on any double dates.
Tim: *snerk*
Dick: . . . you'd have to have a DATE first, Squirt.
Tim: ... ._.
Tim: *is Tim brooding during the Batsong? yes he is*
Dick: . . .
Dick: *Clears throat* They use doors an awful lot.
Tim: And front stairs.
Dick: In the daylight.
Tim: And conversational exposition.
Dick: Blast that instant freeze.
Tim: It was just standing there.
Dick: Frozen.
Tim: Like a cold wave of terror.
Dick: They have an Anti-Crime Computer.
Tim: don't we?
Dick: Yeah, but we just call it a Batcomputer.
Tim: we just don't call it- yeah
Dick: It's less of a mouthful.
Tim: *low five*
Tim: ... zoomzoomzoom.
Dick: *booyah*
Dick: I'm starting to think Dr. Seuss was one of their writers.
Tim: That would make a lot of sense.
Tim: Alfred ALWAYS anticipates the circumstances.
Dick: You know what that means.
Dick: He brought the ice tea down just to be a jerk. *tsktsk*
Tim: =] Maybe it's for the Weasel Wonder.
Tim: it's what he gets when he hasn't been good enough for hot cocoa.
Dick: Now that's just cruel and unusual.
Tim: so I guess we're both right.
Dick: Guess so.
Dick: Always knew Alfred had a sadistic streak.
Tim: really? I thought he was just a really nice old guy.
Tim: You know. For the first thirty-five minutes.
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: actually it's not schizophrenia, it's dissasociative identity disorder =|
Tim: or you know. CLONING.
Dick: You'd think they wouldn't make a mistake like that with a doctor on their writing team. :|a
Tim: XD *sporfle*
Tim: that's a lotta beer guts.
((Random comments from the peanut gallery
Flik: Am I the only one beginning to think Schwarzeneggar!Freeze was a throwback to this? |D
Lina: not at ALL <3))
Tim: Yeaaaahhh. Six Ferrets, but only one real Weasel Wonder. *smug snuggle*
Dick: *Hairruffle*
Tim: is their computer a microwave.
Dick: Either that or a toaster oven.
Tim: did the Wonder Weasel's IQ drop sixteen points since last episode.
Tim: or is he just outta comebacks.
Dick: Can't have the Ferret looking TOO bad.
Tim: Even if he does know more Italian.
Tim: *suppresses a snicker at 'cold cuts'*
Tim: NOW they bypass the door. =|b
Dick: Guess it's just too hard with the sun in their eyes. :|b
Tim: *snerk* Weasel Wonder just too smooth. She's totally swooning.
Dick: Hey, not too many people can make THOSE tights look good. *grin*
Tim: WHAT TIGHTS. >]
Dick: *NOOGIE*
Tim: *TICKLE*
Tim: *AT THE SCREEN* THE WEASEL'S ALWAYS COOL
Dick: *NOT. CRACKING. UP. DJNISAOBHEADLOCK*
Tim: *TOTALLY. CRACKING. UP. RARR WRESTLE*
Dick: *DUMPING THE POPCORN OVER YOUR HEAD*
Tim: *ACKPTHHHH SHAKING IT OFF INTO YOU
Dick: *Trying to catch it in his mouth*
Tim: *ew that was just in my hair*
Dick: *Don't worry, I got my cootie shot*
Tim: *happy sigh, relaxing. Nevermind he's kind of on top of you.*
Dick: *It's a free couch*
Tim: *this is probably just a ruse to lower your guard so he can tickle you some more. yeah.*
Dick: *Of course*
Tim: *later*
Tim: *have some cake, bro.*
Dick: *Sweet*
Tim: *literally. om nom*
Tim: With his UNfreeze... ray. Yeah.
Dick: Surrender Dorothy!
Tim: ... isn't 'curses' a villain line!?
Tim: *snicker!*
Dick: So's "foiled again."
Tim: Exactly.
Tim: *nana nana nana nana*
Dick: *Ferreeeeeeeeeeeet*
Tim: *Ferreeeeeeeet*
Tim: *ttly getting cake crumbs on you as he bounces to the theme*
Dick: *Already covered in popcorn anyway*
Tim: *birds of a feather, bro*
Dick: *Flocks*
Tim: *nestles*
Dick: . . . the WHAT?
Tim: specially made. *nods*
Tim: that's an excellent accent on that doctah. =|b
Dick: They can't just call it a heating up chamber or something?
Dick: The Ferretoven?
Tim: no way man
Tim: this is Gotham City hospital
Tim: *shakes your hand, spontaneously*
Dick: *Shakeshake* Saints be praised. They've been deradioactivated.
Dick: The glowing thing kinda messes with the whole lurking in the shadows and all.
Tim: *snerk* musta been such a problem with your sparkling charm.
Dick: *Grin* Why do you think I didn't bother wearing dark colors?
Tim: *careless shrug* showing off your legs?
Tim: Board meeting.
Tim: Versus.
Tim: Princess.
Tim: *weighs these things in either hand*
Tim: *waves his hands at the screen*
Dick: . . . *yeah, hi, letting you change the subject away from his legs. Don't need to remember that vaguely awkward convo with Bruce* I wanna know why Wonder Weasel needs to be there for it.
Tim: He looks too good in a suit to not.
Tim: Maybe Wonder Weasel has a different excuse.
Tim: I dunno. Maybe he needs to go home and clean out the fridge. =|
Dick: . . . *elbow* Remind me never to leave you and Babs alone anymore.
Tim: |D *elbow back* Taking away my no-cootie time with Babs. That's cruel, bro.
Dick: *Smirk* I think you'll survive.
Tim: icicles being indestructible and unmistakable evidence.
Tim: Thanks for letting him know, Commish.
Dick: All their victims are always such jive cats.
Dick: *SNORT* ONE time. Sure.
Tim: yeah like THAT ever works =|
Tim: *low five*
Dick: *back atcha*
Tim: is that guy a bobblehead.
Tim: also Ferret don't TELL THEM THAT o.O
Tim: that really IS his full name.
Tim: also way to go, Wonder Weasel!
Dick: Just leave him there with his hands tied.
Tim: Gave him a knife, didn't he?
Tim: Cake pouch.
Dick: Can take the time to explain his plan to rescue Ferret but can't take a second to cut the ropes?
Tim: Everyone has the time to explain their plan.
Dick: *Snerk*
Dick: That snow's awfully sandy.
Tim: I bet they had to take like sixteen takes to keep him from sneezing.
Dick: *Facepalm*
Tim: *facepalm.*
Tim: maaaaan
Tim: and here I thought there was hope for him. Planting a tracker and everything.
Dick: Boy Hostage.
Tim: =| Hostage Duo more like it.
Dick: Gotta be fair, Ferret gave himself up.
Tim: Great. So they're stupid in different ways.
Dick: Except that time that he was trying to stop his crime spree.
Tim: =|b
Dick: Yeah, 'cause THAT tactic always works.
Tim: =| Always gotta try- dude.
Tim: Dude no tights.
Tim: Why would you do that with no tights.
Dick: *Shrug* You gotta do what you gotta do.
Tim: like i dunno THROW SOMETHING?
Tim: Ferret underwear. =|b
Dick: Comes in handy. :|b
Tim: are they freezing the goons?
Tim: =//
Dick: Not sure, the lights keep changing.
Tim: noticed that too, huh.
Dick: *Snerk* Zlonk?
Tim: ZLONK! =D
Dick: How come he got a regular tie? *pout*
Tim: *mirrors your pout*
Tim: So not fair, dude. *nod*
Dick: Yeah.
Dick: And you've still got three more years of the bowtie. *shakes head sadly*
Tim: *glower* Maybe I can just play three years' worth of cocktail party hooky.
Dick: *Smirk* Good luck getting past Alfred.
Tim: Iced tea forever.
Dick: No more hot chocolate.
Dick: Or chocolate cake.
Tim: =<
Tim: ... we got any? By the way.
Tim: *doesn't actually want to leave the room but if you have a stash*
Dick: *Hold that thought, streeeeeeeeeeetching over to grab his gauntlet and, oh hey lookit that, slightly smooshed chocolate cake*
Tim: ... ... *from your gauntlet*
Dick: *Utility belt kinda ruins the overall look of the costume*
Tim: *what are you kidding that's so awesome* =DDD
Dick: *You're just saying that 'cause I'm giving you cake*
Tim: *om nom nom. Did you punch Joker with Alfred's chocolate cake in your gauntlet.*
Dick: *Kinda wasn't wearing them at the time*
Tim: w-wut.
Dick: *But I guess technically yes, I did punch Joker, and there was chocolate cake in my gauntlet*
Tim: ... ... =| *om nom nom, quietly*
Tim: Is this seriously Alfred's cake.
Dick: Was saving it for a special occasion.
Tim: =T Sorry I'm depriving you then. *nom*
Dick: *Hairruffle, like birdboybonding doesn't fit the bill, pfft*
Tim: *bro, even I'm pretty sure that was mild irony, I think*
Tim: *happy sigh, just gonna sprawl now, never mind there's chocolate on my face*
Dick: *Snort, grabbing a paper towel and wiping your face* What, were you raised in a barn? *Smirk*
Tim: You're one to talk. *tilting head up at you, flicking popcorn outta your hair.* I never forked hay till I part-timed at Haley's.
Dick: *Shaking his head to get any leftover popcorn out* Guess they forgot to teach you proper eating manners. Don't worry, I'll be sure to let Alfred know you need to brush up on that.
Tim: *light jab to the gut* I should just take a picture of you right now.
Tim: Email it to Alfred. Put a caption.
Tim: Something like "What hath manner-teaching wrought."
Dick: *Slight wince and snort* Just what I need. Mom breaking into my apartment on Dad's time off.
Tim: *snicker* Leaving you iced tea.
Dick: And ninja-vaccuming.
Tim: just like regular vaccuuming, only it makes no sound and can kill you in six seconds.
Dick: *Snerk* With dry, British humor.
Tim: lethal weapon, dry british humor.
Dick: Not even the Batman can stand up to it.
Tim: hey, he's only human.
Dick: You sure about that?
Tim: =/ Ish.
Dick: *Smirk* Maybe the next episode of The Fearless Ferret'll shine some light on that mystery.
Dick: Sky's blue.
Tim: *SNERK*
Tim: quiet peaceful night in Gotham City. Isn't that like.
Tim: cold day in hell.
Tim: -- did that cop just. o.O
Dick: Sparkle?
Dick: I think so.
Tim: I was gonna say 'shoot the guy' but that too, yeah...
Tim: Oh hey, first showing of the Ferretsignal.
Tim: Golly gee astronomy sure is a barrel of laughs, Bruce. *nudge*
Dick: Well goodness gracious, why didn't they just use that signal the LAST time they couldn't get in touch with the Ferret?
Tim: They figured he was in at dinner. Eating Ferret-potroast.
Dick: It was a simpler time.
Tim: Ferreeeeeet.
Dick: (nananananananana)
Tim: Ferreeeeeet.
Dick: There you go, a special guest villainESS.
Tim: Villainess. equal-opportunity guest-villaini--
Tim: *high-five*
Dick: *^5*
Dick: . . . you'd think someone would've figured out to get some extra security if it's a yearly thing.
Tim: thank you, detective Scots Bullock =|b
Tim: You'd think! But given the average IQ 'round there.
Tim: is that Clark Kent?
Dick: I was thinking the Clock King.
Tim: Would fit the regular robbing time. =|a
Tim: ... ......
Tim: thirteen layers of silk and perfume and all you get is she's a she.
Tim: Ninja vaccuuming!!
Dick: *Snort* So much for equal opportunity. "What's the world coming to"?
Dick: And here come the cheap magician jokes.
Dick: Chances someone's gonna pull a stuffed rabbit out of a hat before the end of the episode?
Tim: Maybe a stuffed ferret.
Tim: DOOMTRAP.
Dick: Looks suspiciously like the anti-freeze pod.
Tim: Except that wasn't made of jet age plastic.
Dick: And didn't have a uselessly oversized lock.
Tim: ...systems? Of an emerald?
Dick: Bug?
Tim: Can you program gems and just never told me.
Dick: *Smirk* Apparently.
Dick: Like everything else that ISN'T a little too convenient?
Tim: dude. did she just display more intelligence than a small mammal?
Dick: Must be from out of town.
Tim: |D
Dick: Maybe from wherever Bowler Hat guy's from. No one else seemed too worried about why the bank had counterfeit money in the vault.
Tim: Conveniently stored next to the real money and not marked as 'for disposal' or anything.
Dick: Maybe it was a precaution against another annual theft. Though that means the bank officials got a one-up on the police department.
Tim: Putting them somewhere between out-of-towners and small rodents on the intelligence scale.
Dick: Must be why they were put in charge of the money.
Tim: Bet you can play tetris on that emeral- dude.
Tim: is she hitting on the weasel wonder
Dick: No. She's hitting on the Ferret.
Tim: The Ferretmobile. TOTALLY hidden. What with that bright-caped kid flying right into it- dude.
Dick: She saw.
Tim: Yeah.
Dick: *Smirk* I'm beginning to like her.
Tim: .... *facepalm*
Tim: you need the services of a playground matron often there, bro?
Dick: . . . no.
Dick: Can't say that I have.
Tim: Like that double cape-flare.
Dick: Now that's a scary silhouette.
Tim: Terrifying.
Tim: EY BATMAN! >D
Tim: aw, Gotham.
Tim: nice save dick.
Dick: . . . no worse than Bruce.
Tim: true.
Tim: also I like the Gotham guy
Tim: just standin' there
Tim: 'sup Ferret
Tim: 'sup Weasel
Tim: =|b
Dick: *Smirk* Just checkin' out the ride. Snoopin' around the phone.
Tim: It is a sweet ride.
Dick: All exposed and everything.
Tim: That's a QUIET Gotham city bank right there. *nods*
Dick: Hey, hey, hey.
Tim: ho, ho ho?
Dick: Wave your hands in the air?
Tim: like you just don't care?
Dick: (nanananananananana)
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Dick: Ferreeeeeeeeeeeet
Tim: Ferreeeeeeeeeeeet
Tim: *at this point bouncing back and forth is not an actual movement so much as it is the suggestion of one, because lol, bothering to move from THIS comfy nest*
Dick: . . . changing his clothes?
Tim: smooth, weasel wonder
Tim: ... sure.
Tim: practices of the idle rich?
Dick: The lavish lifestyle of a billionaire. Having more than one change of clothes.
Tim: HOW COULD A WOMAN =|
Dick: Surely Catwoman is just misunderstood. :|b
Tim: =/ well she IS, but she's also a klepto =|b
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: huh. Okay, you could do worse.
Tim: *gesturing at Zelda*
Dick: Well she is just a woman. She couldn't POSSIBLY be as evil as she appears to be. :|
Tim: Gotta change, Weasel Wonder.
Dick: He's there on official Ferret business. :|b
Tim: Alllllfreeeeeed =|
Tim: bwahaha. okay, out-detecting the Ferret wins over having stupid guilt.
Dick: *Grin*
Tim: twisted albanian genius. =|b
Dick: Don't magicians usually create tricks already with an escape instead of trying to figure it out as they go? :|
Tim: Well you would know better'n I would, but that seems like the normal way, yeah =|a
Dick: Yeah they have peepholes. Perfect height for your beltbuckle to see out of.
Tim: *snicker* Guess they see out of one eye.
Dick: *Snort*
Tim: Who doesn't LOCK their secret lair.
Dick: Magicians, apparently.
Tim: Or people springing the world's most obvious trap -
Tim: TRY THE BOOK, FERRET
Dick: *Elbow, lookit the hats*
Tim: *elbow, totally waiting for the ferrets*
Tim: LET'S WALK IN THE TRAP, WEASEL WONDER
Tim: WITH THE PADLOCK ON THE DOOR
Dick: Right behind you, Fearless Ferret!
Tim: Not outside where I could do some good!
Tim: THAT'S what kind of trap!
Dick: They're imperowious.
Tim: *snicker!*
Tim: oh hey =|a they're not gonna see what they do with the concealing colored smoke
Dick: Foiled. :|b
Tim: Oh no wait, they're narrating helpfully.
Tim: Must be from in town. =|b
Dick: . . . he just sniffed her tears.
Tim: ... that's not creepy at all, Ferret.
Tim: I thought he LICKED them.
Dick: Probably both.
Dick: Either way it's creepy.
Tim: oh yeah.
Tim: are there like two occupants?
Tim: From the way they were going on about woman crimes EARLIER...
Tim: ... Bru-uuuuce D|
Dick: There's a position for that in the hospital?
Tim: I guess there is now.
Dick: Gotta love that Wayne fortune.
Tim: Sure it comes in handy, but there's gotta be better ways to mack on a lady than giving her a job.
Dick: Sure, Wonder Weasel's not old enough to get admitted to the adult ward yet and the Boy Hostage gig comes with plenty of mysterious injuries to try and explain away.
Tim: Don't see at all what that has to do with macking on a magician, bro. =| And not sure I wanna.
Dick: *Smirk* Can't let the kid waste away in the hospital all by his lonesome. And who's to say visiting hours don't magically coincide with the Official Children's Magician's working hours?
Tim: Because when I've got broken ribs and a fractured kneecap, the first thing on my wish list is Bruce's new girlfriend.
Tim: Oh wait. We were talking about you.
Tim: =D
Dick: *Snerk, elbow*
Tim: *elbow, grin*
Tim: Heyy, it's return of the Riddler. =D
Tim: So kingly.
Tim: Nice tie.
Dick: Kinda looks like a Green Arrow beard from the side.
Tim: Okay GO =D
Tim: When they're stiff? Dead?
Dick: Petrified?
Tim: Maybe they FLOAT
Tim: LIKE A DUCK
Dick: When they're stumped?
Tim: WHEN THEY'RE A WIIIIIIITCH
Dick: . . . *snerk*
Tim: you're prolly right but my answer is better bro =D
Dick: I think I like yours better too.
Tim: =D! *nestle*
Dick: *Ruffle*
Tim: *yawn* is he AS special a special guest villain if he's already been?
Tim: a RULER?
Tim: why didn't we think of that =|
Dick: 'Cause we don't follow Ferret logic.
Dick: :|
Tim: =|b
Tim: Is the doll made of wood.
Dick: . . . *not making a joke about having wood in her. Sorry, you're too young for that one*
Tim: Right Ferret. cuz this plot worked so well with the emerald - ARE THEY ALL NAKED O.O
Tim: ... no, it just looked that way from sidestage. o.O
Dick: *Elbow* Tan bathing suit.
Tim: *elbow* Bad video quality.
Dick: That too.
Tim: okay that was just creepy.
Dick: And he didn't notice the Rodents off-stage ten feet from him.
Tim: Too focused on the naked ladies. *sage nod*
Dick: Obviously.
Dick: That's right, don't go after him. Just sit there. In the Ferretcar.
Tim: What room can no one enter. =|
Tim: ... =|
Dick: *Facepalm*
Tim: Of course.
Dick: The Royal. Mushroom. Club.
Tim: sure!
Tim: Where all the royal mushrooms come to pal around.
Tim: Oh look, there's one now.
Tim: That's SOME kinda fungus on his chin, anyway =|a
Dick: *Snerk*
Dick: . . .
Tim: w-wow, that was a spasm.
Tim: A twitch, even.
Dick: Too long for a twitch. Spasm's better.
Dick: So where's the king's bodyguards anyway?
Tim: Good question!
Tim: ... he sure is going to a lot of trouble to assure harmlessness.
Tim: NICE GOING GUYS
Tim: Pulled the king right over it =|b
Tim: Two-steps. like the dance?
Tim: A clock?
Tim: =| *jinx*
Dick: :|b
Tim: =|b
Dick: . . . that's a lot of empty land.
Tim: Pretty underdeveloped for Gotham. =|a
Tim: King of Crime. =|a Does this make Joker...
Dick: Almost makes you wonder who the Queen is.
Tim: THANKS WEASEL. Why don't we just USE THE DOOR? *facepalm*
Dick: Then you realize you'd rather not know.
Tim: No kidding.
Tim: =/
Dick: After all the overdesigned henchmen outfits, the hoodie seems kinda lazy.
Tim: *boo, hysterical laughter.*
Tim: Maybe he goes through a bunch of 'em.
Tim: Riddler's the kind of guy whose henchmen get regularly drenched in fake vomit.
Tim: ew, what is that
Dick: . . . looks like cotton candy and housing insulation.
Tim: . . . mixed with fast-set cement.
Dick: And those fake cotton cobwebs.
Dick: . . .
Tim: ...
Tim: I swear I saw that setup at Haley's.
Tim: okay maybe not quite THAT setup.
Tim: ... okay I have no idea. =|
Dick: *Just . . . shaking his head*
Dick: She sees sparks.
Tim: oh.
Tim: *shrug, like he'd ever get that, also lol wtf doomtrap*
Tim: *ttly cueing up the next ep, what will happen to Ferret and Weasel!?* =|
Dick: *Dunno but wtf bondage setup D|*
Tim: *it doesn't look at all comfortable*
Dick: *That's the point of bondage?*
Tim: *really, thought the point of bondage was to KILL YOU*
Tim: *shows what I know*
Dick: * . . . totally gonna let you keep your innocent mind*
Dick: I thought it was wine. :|
Tim: Either/or.
Tim: *shrug* So long as the cork's not poisoned.
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Dick: Just magically timed to pop out on cue.
Tim: Ferreeeeeeeet!
Dick: (nanananananananananana)
Tim: *so bemused at this*
Tim: seriously, what the crap.
Tim: ... okay, worst deathtrap ever.
Tim: did it just break.
Dick: I . . . think so?
Dick: So did those silk scarves he tied them with.
Tim: ...
Dick: Just ONE MORE revolution.
Tim: oh of course.
Dick: How are they still STANDING UP straight?
Tim: Probably had a lotta practice. Beergut.
Dick: *Smirk*
Tim: *pokes your tummy*
Dick: *Eyebrow*
Dick: *Abs of steel kthx*
Tim: just checkin'. *yawn*
Tim: *facepalm* that pun was inevitable.
Tim: thanks, weasel, for that recap. =|b
Dick: Guess they forgot about that welder riddle. :|a
Dick: Either that or it was supposed to be a clue that the machine was going to break.
Tim: wasn't the answer that Ferret had to blowtorch his own cuff?
Tim: where, y'know. Vital machinery was conveniently located.
Dick: Sure why not. :|b
Tim: =|b
Dick: Funny, the TV announcer sounds kinda familiar. :|a
Tim: Just a bit =|a
Tim: Cue blowing up in 3...
Dick: 2 . . .
Tim: ... c'mon, where's our international incident
Dick: . . .
Tim: ... wasn't that the bust of the Joker- sdjdsd
Tim: . . .
Dick: Nothing exploded. :\
Tim: =/!
Tim: But- but everything leads to explosions.
Dick: There we go!
Tim: \o/
Tim: Hee hee hee.
Dick: *High five*
Tim: *high five!!*
Dick: *Smirk*
Dick: Mask and cowl or it didn't happen. :|
Dick: Even then it's questionable.
Tim: Decoy. =|
Tim: Body and DNA scan.
Dick: Bruce Wayne of course!
Tim: Who else!
Dick: Not letting him know where his money's going to?
Tim: =|a
Dick: Bigger beergut than normal. :|
Tim: He is SO not used to that cape.
Tim: Keeps clinging to it.
Tim: COPS. =|b
Dick: Henchman. :|
Tim: With those darting eyes?
Tim: Twitch.
Dick: Spasm.
Tim: I just wanna know how they got the suit.
Tim: =|b
Tim: okay THOSE were twitches.
Dick: *Smirk* Looks like it's only made of spandex and polyester, wouldn't be that hard to duplicate.
Tim: ....... o.O
Tim: O.o
Dick: . . . what?
Tim: The- the kissing. thing. Does he think he'll turn himself into a prince?
Dick: . . . *smirk* He's already a king, though!
Tim: =] maybe he's just sick of being a frog.
Dick: Should probably stop wearing green, then. :|a
Tim: *singing* It's not easy, bein' green...
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: Weasel, why are you at the fatal nuclear generator =|
Dick: Checking for loose parts. Rumbling nuclear generators are dangerous, after all. :|b
Tim: =| Yeah particularly to people without hazard suits.
Tim: Oh hey there it is.
Dick: They carry a torch.
Tim: *FACEPALM*
Dick: I was close. :|b
Tim: Like the statue of libert- oh wait
Tim: the QUEEN of FREEDOM -
Tim: oh hey, and there's our explosions! =D
Dick: :|b
Tim: =Db Yeah international incident.
Tim: ...wasn't his last plan numbered 13Z?
Tim: Either he's nonsequential or he plans in his sleep.
Dick: Wouldn't be surprised if it was both?
Tim: =D!!!
Dick: Jumped out of the portrait of themselves in the same exact pose.
Tim: That's style.
Dick: Didn't see THAT one coming.
Dick: Personally I always liked the shattered skylight approach. :|b
Tim: ZLOPP!!
Tim: Yeah me too. =|b
Tim: but that didn't make a zlopp sound.
Tim: I swear that was the Joker's bust.
Dick: Probably.
Dick: Just like the DOOM trap was really the anti-freezing pod. :|b
Tim: =|b
Tim: *lazily gives you the OK signal, lol weasel wonder*
Dick: Foiled again by math homework.
Tim: Curses.
Dick: *Not yawning* Worse than even the most illogical riddle. *Fist meet hand* Golly.
Tim: Gee whiz. A product of only the most fiendishly devious minds. *of course we're not*
Dick: Blast those Greeks to heck.
Tim: darn them. Daaaarrrn theeeeem. *fistshake.*
Tim: *drop arm, ... ... snuggle*
Dick: *Smirk* Think it's time for all good Wonder Weasels to go to bed.
Tim: don't be silly, Weasel Wonder
Tim: any good Wonder Weasel goes to bed way earlier than this.
Tim: *half-muffled*
Dick: *Chuckle and slinging you over his shoulder as he gets up!*
Tim: *figfdf AWAKE NOW, FINE* >| *double-kick to your blasted abs of steel*
Dick: *Wince, but this is only getting you tossed unceremoniously into your bed!*
Tim: *like I go that easy. Totally biffing you upside the head on the way by!*
Tim: |o *bounce, yawn.*
Dick: *Ow, but smirk, pulling the sheets up and going to turn off the DVD player* Goodnight, Wonder Weasel.
Tim: Goodnight, old chum. *oh there's Ted. fetal curl.*