Surfin' USA [Tag Mia, Nudge to available Robins & Batman]
Standing in a pool of light on an otherwise darkened street across from The Outer Limits Sports Shop stand a turtle and his lady. We say "his lady" because for the next 24 hours she's contractually obligated to do what he says, thanks to the Valentine's Charity Auction and an as yet unnamed mysterious benefactor. And what it is that the teenaged nerd about town wants to do? He wants what ever red-blooded American Male between the ages of 15 and 35 wants to do with a beautiful woman:
He wants to learn to surf.
...
It is quite possible that he was deprived of oxygen during a pivotal point in the whole hatching process.
"Okay, I'll admit it: I feel like an idiot. I mean, look at that place. You can like, see it from the steps of the comic shop. How the hell did I miss that? It's RIGHT THERE! I eat lunch on the roof, like...daily. I mean, in my defense I've never really needed much in the way of sporting goods, and I've certainly never needed a surfboard before, but....come on Right there! This whole time! And to make matters absolutely worse? To add further insult to an already serious amount of injury? It's closed the ONE TIME I need it to be open. CLOSED!"
It's enough to make a guy fall down on his knees and curse the very heavens above. It's probably almost enough to make his partner in surfing question whether or not it was a good idea to let him make off with that many cookies. Sugar is clearly NOT Mike's friend.
"Okay, I've got a plan. We'll just go and buy the boards anyway. So what if they're not open. I mean...I'm a ninja for crying out loud. How hard could it be?"
We did mention about the oxygen deprivation, right?
[ooc: the impending breaking and entering to come has been sanctioned by Bruce-mun. Any and all Robins are welcome to participate in the thread, just give us a few tags to get rolling.]
He wants to learn to surf.
...
It is quite possible that he was deprived of oxygen during a pivotal point in the whole hatching process.
"Okay, I'll admit it: I feel like an idiot. I mean, look at that place. You can like, see it from the steps of the comic shop. How the hell did I miss that? It's RIGHT THERE! I eat lunch on the roof, like...daily. I mean, in my defense I've never really needed much in the way of sporting goods, and I've certainly never needed a surfboard before, but....come on Right there! This whole time! And to make matters absolutely worse? To add further insult to an already serious amount of injury? It's closed the ONE TIME I need it to be open. CLOSED!"
It's enough to make a guy fall down on his knees and curse the very heavens above. It's probably almost enough to make his partner in surfing question whether or not it was a good idea to let him make off with that many cookies. Sugar is clearly NOT Mike's friend.
"Okay, I've got a plan. We'll just go and buy the boards anyway. So what if they're not open. I mean...I'm a ninja for crying out loud. How hard could it be?"
We did mention about the oxygen deprivation, right?
[ooc: the impending breaking and entering to come has been sanctioned by Bruce-mun. Any and all Robins are welcome to participate in the thread, just give us a few tags to get rolling.]