Sunday Night - Emmet
"Now back to the hit comedy show...Honey, where are my-"
Click.
"Coffee Shop - For all your coffee needs!"
Click.
"I'm Brick Thrills, and I'm about to jump off this building with his bed sheet as my parachute."
Man, there was so much to watch today, it honestly boggled his mind on what to choose. Taking a drink of his cup of water, a brown-haired, ordinary looking lego man named Emmet pondered what to watch on the TV. That was, until he looked at the time.
10:00 PM, time for bed. Emmet yawned as he turned off the TV and headed to bed. Putting on his pajamas, and brushing his teeth, Emmet stretched his arms as he moved past the calendar in his room. Looking at it, he noticed the markings on the whole entire week. Taking it off the wall and looking at it much more closer, he couldn't help but smile.
"Man, I am packed for the entire week, and that is awesome!" Emmet exclaimed as he placed the calendar on the wall, and got into bed. Trying to make himself comfortable, he was still wide awake. He just couldn't wait for when the work day ended.
Who wouldn't when he had friends to hang out with.
Sunday Night - Batman
In the deep, dark lair of the Batman, a lone butler stood at attention. Awaiting at the end of a driveway, Alfred the butler stood with a can of soda on a tray. He unflinchly stood there, waiting for his master to come back home after a long night of fighting crime. He remained still even as a swarm of bats flew past him, and even as a lone bat flew up to him and landed on his shoulder, looking terribly lost.
"They went that direction, I believe." Alfred said to the bat, nodding his head in one direction while his eyes were still at the tunnel.
Making a sound that sounded like a thanks, the bat flew off, certainly not due to the increasingly louder growl of a car engine as it drove through the tunnel. The Batmobile stopped in front of Alfred, the door opening to reveal Batman getting out of the car. As Batman walked past Alfred, he took the can and took a drink of it while he removed his mask. Alfred fell into step with him.
"Good evening, Master Bruce. How was tonight?"
"Eh, kinda boring. Had to fight this guy, called the 'Penny Plunderer'. Heh, that was so lame." Batman smirked as he undid his cape.
"...Penny Plunderer, sir?" Alfred blinked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Yeah, apparently this guy's uses pennies as a gimmick. Gotta admit, strapping me to a giant penny and then flipping it to smoosh me was pretty original." Batman said glibly as he changed into the pajamas and persona of Bruce Wayne.
"Yes, that does sound quite original." Alfred grimaced. Bruce gave him a look as the two headed out of the Batcave and into the main foyer of the Wayne Manor.
"Come on, Alfred. I was okay. I handled it." Bruce assured Alfred in a gentle manner. Alfred nodded.
"Yes sir, but if I can be honest, that's not why I'm worried for you. Don't tell me you never considered outside of Batman?"
Bruce frowned as he stopped and turned around, facing Alfred.
"Alfred, I think I know what this is about, and it's fine. Me and Lucy? We're fine. We're still friends, we exchange emails. We're cool."
Alfred nodded. "I understand, sir."
Bruce nodded as he headed up the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. "Alright night, Alfred."
Then Bruce remembered something and looked back.
"Oh yeah, Alfred, remind me to set aside some space for the giant penny."
Monday Night - Emmet
"Alright, so this here map tells me that we should take 200 paces west." Metalbeard commented as he looked through the pirate map that promised him and Emmet treasure on this deserted island.
"Mind telling me where we be, Emmet?" Emmet, wearing a bandana and eyepatch, looked at the compass in his hand. Remembering what Metalbeard said about compasses, he looked for the west direction, before pointing in a direction. Hefting their shovels, they ran over until they found a black X on the ground. Stabbing their shovels into the ground, they threw the dirt behind them, in their rush to find treasure.
Metalbeard spotted something in the ground and took hold, ripping the treasure out of the ground. Emmet scrambled out of the hole as Metalbeard laid the treasure by the side and stepped out of the hole.
As Emmet opened the treasure chest, his eyes sparkled. "Awesome..." He said in a daze as he took hold of a handful.
"Sixth rule of Pirates, matey. We check the gold." Metalbeard said as he took a doubloon from Emmet.
"To a good haul!"
"To a good haul!" Emmet smiled as he held up a doubloon of his own. Then they bit them.
Right through the gold wrapping and into some terribly aged chocolate. The waves of the ocean were drowned out by the sounds of their 'Blaughs!'
Monday Night - Batman
"COWER IN FEAR, BATMAN! FOR YOU FACE THE WRATH OF... THE TEN-FINGERED MAN!" The Ten-Fingered Man shouted as he pointed a gun at the Batman. Batman stared at the Ten-Fingered Man, before gathering his spit and spitting at his hands.
The Ten-Fingered Man shrieked as he moved his hands back, not wanting his eyes to get spit on them. Then he looked at his empty hand, then at Batman cracking his knuckles.
Meanwhile, in the deep dark lair of the Batman, Alfred sighed as he thought of solutions to the problem that he felt needed to be dealt with. Quite simply put, though Master Bruce did not say it out loud, he seemed kind of lonely. While Miss Lucy still visited from time to time, the butler simply felt like Master Bruce could use some new friends. Now who to call?
Alfred pondered this as the sounds of the newest Villain of the week got beat up by Batman.
Tuesday Night - Emmet
"Thanks for coming over, Emmet!" Benny shouted excitedly as he floated towards the new spaceship they just built.
"No problem, Benny. I gotta ask, though. Why did you need me to help you build and ride this?" Emmet asked, trying to ignore the unfamiliar sensations of being in a spacesuit.
Benny shuffled awkwardly in the air. "Well, I built a lot of spaceships alone. I guess I just wanted to see how it felt to build one with someone else."
Emmet smiled. "If you want to know, it was fun for me."
Benny grinned back. "Yeah, me too. COME ON, EMMET! LET DRIVE THIS SHIP! WOOHOO!"
The 80s spaceships whooped with glee as he jumped into the ship. Emmet followed after.
30 minutes later...
The spaceship landed back into the landing bay, and the cockpit opened up as Benny jumped out of it, whooping and hollering.
"THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER! DID YOU SEE WHEN WE WENT THROUGH THAT ASTEROID FIELD AND I WAS LIKE 'AHHH!' AND YOU WERE LIKE 'AHHH!' AND... Emmet?"
Emmet slowly floated out of the cockpit, looking a bit green.
"Emmet, are you alright?" Benny asked worriedly.
"It's...fine. I'm fine, Ben-" Whatever Emmet was going to say was stopped as Emmet hurriedly floated to the nearest space lavatory.
Tuesday Night - Batman
"I see you are quite the challenge, Batman. I RELISH challenge. Can you cut the mustard, Batman? Let's see if you can KETCHUP to...THE CONDIMENT KING!" The Condiment King shouted as he aimed his two high powered condiment dispensers at Batman and pulled the triggers. Two thin streams of ketchup and mayo came out and splattered against Batman's chest.
Batman looked at the stain on his batsuit then at the Condiment King. At that moment, the Condiment King believed that he MAYO...
"I have to get these dry-cleaned." Batman frowned.
Social media? Alfred pondered as he looked at the website, before frowning. No, as if Master Bruce would actually take time from his schedule to do such a, in his words, "pointless thing."
Alfred turned down the volume on the headset. The pained cries of whoever it was starting to annoy him.
Wednesday Night - Emmet
"Alright, hold this pose, now breath in, breath out. Breath in..." Emmet breathed in through his nose, holding a yoga pose.
"Umm...Emmet?" Unikitty squeaked.
"Yeah, Uni-" Emmet began as he looked over at Unikitty, only to pause at the close aproximation that Unikitty was in.
To say it looked uncomfortable was an understandment of the highest order.
"Hold on!" Getting up, he helped Unikitty out of the position she was in. As Unikitty stretched, Emmit rubbed his head as he picked up a book, the title reading 'Mediation and Exercises to create Inner Peace.'
"So...You wanna try this calming tea?"
Wednesday Night - Batman
"SOONER OR LATER, I'M GOING TO RUN OUT OF THESE LAME VILLIANS!" Batman roared as he helped onto the grappling hook that was attached to his latest nemesis, Kite-man.
Meanwhile, Alfred was looking through Bruce's contacts.
Thursday Night - Emmet
"And that concludes contestant #349's audition! Judges, what do you think?"
"Well..." Emmet began as he pondered his decision. "It sounded nice, and I did like your voice...so I guess I'll give you a pass. Business?"
"Yeah..." Business grimaced as he took a sip of his coffee. "Well, I dunno. It felt like she was making up some of the lyrics, some of them just didn't sound right. Sorry, I'm gonna have to give it a miss. Good cop, you got anything else to add?"
"I thought you were just gorgeous out there." Good Cop began only for his head to spin and Bad Cop to frown.
"ARE YOU KIDDING? No offense, but I think you could have done better." Bad Cop was replaced with Good Cop.
"Better? How can she do better? I honestly think the lyrics she made up were better than the original ones."
"Huh, really? I always liked the original ones better, plus the ones she made up sounded kind of weird..."
Emmet and Business looked at each other as Good Cop and Bad Cop began to argue with each other. While both of them were glad that Good Cop and Bad Cop were friendly with each other, it was a little weird to watch them argue.
"How are they not dizzy?" Emmet asked in wonder.
Business shrugged. "Beats me, and they worked for me for 8 years."
Meanwhile, Contestant #349 sweated under the spotlight.
Thursday - Batman
"Alright, what's your gimmick?" Batman asked, his eyes narrowed at the criminal holding up a bank.
"Uhh..." The bank robber said with his mouth open, trying to think of an answer. "I'm a robber...I rob things."
"Lame." Batman said as he pointed to the exit. "Get out and don't come back until you find a decent gimmick."
"Yes sir." The robber said as he walked out of the bank.
Meanwhile, Alfred was looking up some new tea recipes.
Friday - Emmet
In a dojo, two figures dressed in gi faced each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Wyldstyle smirked as she bounced on the balls of her feet, while Emmet breathed through his nose. A small drip of sweat rolled down his cheek, only to fly off as he rushed forward, fist extended.
Wyldstyle almost contemptuously dodged it, leaning to the right as she punched Emmet. Or tried to, as Emmet leaned back, grabbing Wyldstyle's wrist. Wyldstyle only smirked as she grabbed Emmet in a headlock and dropped him onto the floor headfirst, flipping him over.
Emmet groaned as he released his grip, letting Wyldstyle to offer her hand to him.
"Not bad, Emmet. I think I actually made a sweat that time."
Emmet looked over at Wyldstyle.
"...You don't even look like you're sweating."
Wyldstyle giggled, her laughter giving Emmet a smile on his own face.
"Okay, I'll give you that one." She said as she helped him up. "Come on, I'm getting a little thirsty kicking your butt."
Getting a drink from the vending machine, Emmet opened the can, before letting the cold refreshment relieve his parched throat. He gave a sigh as he sat next to Wyldstyle. He raised his can for another drink.
"So...I saw your 'judging' yesterday." Wyldstyle said as Emmet tried not to choke.
"Really...how did you think I did?" Emmet looked at her expectantly. Wyldstyle rubbed her face.
"I don't know...Are you sure you have experience as a judge, because I think you might have been a little too generous with some of them..." Wyldstyle sighed as she leaned back, taking a sip of her soda.
"Umm..." Emmet pursed his lips, trying to think of a way to deny her claims.
"You know what you need? More exposure to other kinds of music. It's great that Business is letting more genres in. But you need professionals."
"But I don't know any professionals..." Emmet grimaced as he rubbed his head.
Just then Wyldstyle's phone rang.
Friday Night - Batman
As the batmobile pulled into the batcave, Batman got out, his arm moving in a circle to relieve the aching from all the punching.
"Productive day today, master Bruce?" He asked as he handed him a sports drink.
"You can say that." Batman said simply as he walked by, gulping the drink down. Finishing it off, he threw it in the direction of the bat recycling bin only to miss by a small margin. Alfred quietly picked it up and threw it into the bin
"Quite, sir. For tonight, sir, I would suggest resting, for tomorrow, we must entertain a guest."
"Really? Who?" Batman asked as he began to change out of his costume.
"We'll be expecting Mr. Brickowski tomorrow, sir." At that, Bruce looked at him.
"Emmet? Why is Emmet coming here?"
"Sir...if I must be honest, ever since Wyldstyle ended her relationship with you, you've been acting...downer, and not to mention that you already haven't been the same ever since...him." At that, Bruce's expression changed, his lips pursed as he remembered the good times he did have with him.
"So you think I could use someone to hang with?"
"That's exactly I'm saying, sir."
Bruce shrugged as he went up the stairs.
"Alright, if it will make you happy, Alfred."
He supposed Emmet wasn't too bad. Sure, he was naive, a little too optimistic at times, but he seemed like an okay guy.
Didn't seem like no harm to hang with him for a while, if only to make Alfred happy.
Saturday
Alfred hummed to himself as he prepared two cups of tea for Master Bruce and Mr. Brickowski. So far the visit had gone swimmingly, and the time spent with Mr. Brickowski had been enlightening. There was a certain...earnestness to him that he can't help but like. Hopefully, the rest of the night could go off without a hitch.
DROP!
"AUGH!"
Hearing Master Bruce's scream of pain, he dropped everything he was preparing and rushed into the batcave. There he saw Emmet struggling to life the giant penny off Master Bruce, who's top half was under the penny.
"A little help, here!" Emmet shouted.
30 minutes later...
Alfred came out of Master Bruce's bedroom, rubbing his forehead as Emmet sheepishly waited next to the door.
"So...is Bruce okay?" Emmet asked, looking a little guilty.
"Yes, he should be. He's unconscious, but he should be fine for today." Alfred said as he walked down the stairs into the kitchen, with Emmet following.
"Sorry about what happened..." Emmet said as he looked away, sitting down into a chair.
Alfred sighed as he finished making the tea and slid a cup over to Emmet. "I suppose one cannot resist the urge to touch a giant penny. To be honest, I told Master Bruce that he should have considered a stronger base."
"Still, I should have been more careful. I mean, doesn't he still have to be Batman tonight?" Emmet asked as he took a sip.
"Oh, it should be fine. Batman isn't needed unless they put the Batsignal in the sky."
"Huh, what does it...Does it look like his logo in the sky?" Emmet began only to pause as he absentmindedly looked out the window.
"Why, yes...It's currently shining in the sky, isn't it?"
"Yep." Emmet replied.
"Well, this is quite a sticky situation. Luckily, Master Bruce had the foresight to create a list of people he thinks 'would be awesome to be Batman'." He said as he pulled out a list.
"Now let me make some calls." At that moment, the power went down, covering the whole room in darkness.
"...I'm sure as long as I have this list, we can still contact them."
At that moment, a strong burst of wind slammed the windows open, blowing everything away, the list flying from Alfred's hand. The list was sucked out into the yard as the winds slammed the windows shut. The two looked out the window, seeing the list flying around in the air.
"Perhaps we..."
At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck, incinerating the list and scattering its remains into the breeze.
"...This has certainly turned into a series of unfortunate events."
"Okay, now what do we do?" Emmet said, looking panicked that now the people of Gotham was without their hero.
Alfred paused for a moment, before looking at Emmet.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but Master Bruce did tell me that you once took down an entire room of robots and Lord Business-"
"Actually, it's just Business."
"Right, and not to mention, completely made up a plan that came the closer to defeating him and the Kragle, correct?"
"Yeah, why?"
Alfred nodded, before placing his hands on Emmet's shoulder.
"Right now, Master Bruce is injured. We cannot contact any of his replacements, and by the time we can, it probably will be too late. Gotham needs Batman now, and that is why I must ask, Mr. Brickowski. For one night, can you be Batman?"
Emmet's eyes widened as lightning illuminated one half of his face. Him, be Batman? Could he ever do it? ...No, it was like Alfred said, Gotham needed Batman now, and since he was now injured because of him, it was only right that he make sure that Gotham was safe.
"Yes. Yes, I can."
With that, the thunder roared overhead.