"Bop-booby-dooby-doo-DUN-DUN!
Bop-booby-dooby-doo-DUN-DUN!
Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring, banana phone,
Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring, banana
phoooooooooooooooooooone!"
The Joker sang cheerfully to himself as he tapped his hands against the steering wheel of the schoolbus. He'd pulled the schoolbus over into an old, derelict plot of land. He was singing to ease the boredom really. To be honest, he'd expected a certain someone to try and stop him by now. Gotham City's crimefighting standards had clearly slipped. And doing this kinda thing just wasn't as fun when there was no challenge in it.
But all the same, he'd have his fun.
The Joker hopped to his feet, spinning round to face all the little children in their seats.
"I've got this
feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling,
So appeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeealing,
For
us to get together and sing - SING!"
The Joker clapped his hands, as if gesturing all the kids to sing along. But they weren't going to be singing. Every single passenger on this bus was dead, their young, innocent faces corrupted in death, twisted into The Joker's monstrous Venom-induced grin.
"Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring,
banana phone,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding, danana
phoooooooooooooooooone!"
The Joker grabbed the corpse of one sweet little girl - she couldn't have been older than 7 - and began waltzing around the bus with her, the lifeless legs flailing wildly through the air as The Joker twirled through the cramped bus in his macabre dance of death.
"It
grows in buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunches,
I've got my
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunches,
It's the BEST! - "
With all the momentum of his twirls behind him, The Joker let go of the girl's corpse, sending it slamming into the bus window. The body slumped lifelessly on top of another young corpse, leaving the window cracked, and a smear of blood on its surface.
"-
Beats the REST!
Cellular, modular, interactive-odular!
Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring, banana phone,"
The Joker began stepping backwards towards the front of the bus, clicking his fingers as he boogied away.
"Bob-booby-dooby-doo!
Ping-pong-ping-pong-ping-pong-ping, panana
phooooooooooooooooone!"
The Joker took glee at the thought of the procession of parents at the morgue, lined up as if they were queuing for a ride at a theme park, waiting to identify their little darlings. Oh, how they'd scream and cry when they saw those grins looking back at them. The Joker wished he could be a fly on the wall there!
"It's no
balooooooooooooooney,
It ain't a phony!"
With a well placed kick at the "emergency release" button, the bus-door swung open.
"My cellular, BANANULAR PHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!"
The Joker finished with jazz hands, then took a bow before his eternally-captive audience. Then, with wild, triumphant laughter, he hopped out the door, and into a car he had parked nearby. It was time to cause some more gleeful pain and heartbreak. And maybe this time, he'd get someone's attention...
