The Next Chapter. I hope this one is better than the previous (and longer)
LarryBoy flew overhead the night sky of Gotham in the Larry-Plane. He was lucky that all of his vehicles were also all one, if not than he would only have a one vehicle for one type of transportation. LarryBoy steered the Plane downwards towards the Gothic city. The Larry-Plane stopped was low in the sky and he kept going until finding a mansion on a cliff He pressed a button on the keys Batman gave him along with the keys to the mansion, and a trap door in the cliff opened up and the Larry-Plane flew into it.
LarryBoy was now in a new world. It was a hideout a little similar to his own...except this one was less furnished and had a large quantity of bats hanging from the ceiling chirping every once in a while. A fine old man, around 65 or so, who was dressed in a very clean suit and held a tray of food, stood beside the Batcomputer ready to greet him. The Larry-Plane came to a halt and the wings retracted themselves and out came four plunger-shaped tires. The engine started to rattle until the front of the vehicle was larger to hold headlights instead of small laser-beams.
LarryBoy emerged from the Larry-Mobile and hopped up to the computer near Alfred. "My word," said Alfred. "How is it that you were able to acquire such an amazing vehicle?"
"My butler/assistant," LarryBoy said. "He is very nice with all of that tech stuff."
Alfred followed LarryBoy up to the computer. LarryBoy sat in the chair. It was surprisingly comfortable. He pushed a button on chair and it rose a little bit to help LarryBoy be in a nice range of Batman's keyboard.
Alfred handed LarryBoy a tray with a piece of chicken and some peas on it. "I hope that you are able to work out how to use this computer. It is quite difficult to figure out. I've tried myself a variety of times and I still have some trouble with it."
"That's alright Alfred," said LarryBoy. "He turned on the computer and it flashed with a strong light. Other computers to the side held additional information and other types of tasks so that the main computer could run full speed. He worked with the controls for a second. There were two keyboards. One had the normal keyboard functions while the other one held the ability to automatically preform different sorts of tasks. LarryBoy sighed.
"That is a nice computer," said LarryBoy. "Sad that it is the only thing in this cave that I can use." LarryBoy turned to Alfred. "Can you help me around Wayne Manor?"
"Of course Master Larry," Alfred said jokingly. LarryBoy gave a slight chuckle. Alfred led LarryBoy up a staircase to a door that opened up through a grandfather clock. The two walked around to a bedroom consisting of a twin bed, a nightstand that held a desk lamp, and a ten fifteen inch T.V.
"This was made as a guest room for the mansion," Alfred told LarryBoy. "You will be staying here to sleep."
"Nice," LarryBoy commented. Alfred led him out of the room and about two hallways away from his room was a dining room. "So, I will be eating here?"
"That is correct Mr. Cucumber," Alfred said. LarryBoy turned around and saw what looked like a living room across the hall. "Yes, that is the main living room. Help yourself to anything in here, I doubt Master Wayne will mind."
Alfred told LarryBoy that the bathroom was right to the left of the living room. LarryBoy thanked Alfred for the help and went back to the Batcave. He flipped over the staircase and made his way to the computer. He typed in a few codes to access an Arkham Asylum data files. He scrolled down to see the inmates who were still in custody. "Jervis Tetch, Joker, Harvey Dent..." LarryBoy read off. "At least some of the biggies are currently held up.
He clicked a tab next on the top left hand side of the screen and opened up those who escaped or got out. He scrolled down to skip the small ones. He then read off more of the the extreme criminals. "Killer Croc, Edward Nygma, Jonathan Crane, and Matt Hagens. Unfortunately, four of them currently at large..."
LarryBoy sighed. Which one would strike first? Could he stop them from doing too much harm from Gotham? LarryBoy had no clue what he could do about this. The questions floated around in his brain as his eyes tried to follow the movements as if though his thoughts were visible. LarryBoy decided to walk up into Wayne Manor and get some sleep. So he did just that...
Larry woke the next day in his warm, silky red pajamas and he hopped into his bunny slipper. He hopped from that room to the dining room where there was surprisingly a plate of waffles and bacon waiting for him.
Alfred came out from the kitchen holding a pitcher with some coffee in it. He set it down at the table and looked at Larry. "I hope your meal is satisfying Mr. Cucumber," he said. Larry smiled.
"Thanks," he said. "I was just going to make some toast and put butter on it." He sat down and started to enjoy having his meal. He left the room giving Alfred his plates and once again thanking him for the meal. The rest of the day was rather boring. He sat down doing cross-word puzzles and watching some T.V. He also slept a little, before being woken up by Alfred.
"Mr. Cuke," Alfred said. "I think you may be needed right now." The kind old butler pointed out the window at a large silhouette of a bat shining in the night sky. Larry jumped from his seat and ran out of the room to the room with the grandfather clock entrance to the Batcave. He pressed the sides together and clicked a small point at the bottom with his...um...foot? The clock opened up an entrance to the Batcave. He ran down the stairs and saw his suit hanging from the wall.
He flung it off of the rack and put it on. He whipped off his shirt and threw the shirt from his LarryBoy costume on instead. He tossed his helmet on and put on the his pant right under his shirt. He then put on the last, but maybe most important part, his utility belt (that held over twenty amazing gadgets that helped LarryBoy fight crime). He got into the Larry-Mobile and raced out out of the Batcave to the streets of Gotham. The Larry-Mobile pulled to a halt once he could see the exact location the signal was shooting from. He plungered a tall building and swung off into the sky. In one small swing he landed on top of the G.C.P.D.
"Who are you?" Commissioner James Gordon asked noticing the plunger-headed cucumber.
"I'm filling in for Batman," LarryBoy said. "What is the problem?"
Gordon scratched his head. "An anthropomorphic cucumber in Gotham City," he laughed. "I saw you a few months ago here...you were with Batman, so here's the deal: Several citizens of Gotham have been having psychotic breakdowns...one of them is a cop who works here at G.C.P.D."
"Have you found any connections with the victims?" LarryBoy asked.
"No," said Jim. "Nothing so far. Though all of their breakdowns end up making them laugh continuously. The Joker is still in Arkham, so he is off of the list of suspects." LarryBoy pondered for a second, trying to think like Batman would...but still keep some of his own ideas in his head.
"What If Joker is running an outside job from inside Arkham? You know, when he was last taken in he had a back-up plan for his henchmen to start executing...or something." LarryBoy was slightly afraid of sounding silly to Commissioner Gordon, who was used to Batman rough style. He shrugged and waited a few seconds for a simple answer.
"It is possible. Joker has groups of goons hidden throughout Gotham. It is almost as though he can pluck them from anywhere he wants." LarryBoy thought a little longer. It was about fifteen seconds before he spoke up again.
"Where was the Joker last taken in?"
"He was dropped off in front of the police station by Batman. I think he said something about Joker being around the old, worn out fire station around 27th lane."
"I'll be there. It is our only lead."
"I hope it is the only lead we need. I don't want some new whack job in Gotham. They only appear pretty much all of the time." LarryBoy gave a slight nod and plungered a building to fly off into the distance.
LarryBoy looked through the windows and saw four men in normal thug outfits sitting down and playing poker. LarryBoy had no hesitation on busting the door down. One of the men stood up fast.
"Get him!" the man yelled to his friend. LarryBoy fired a plunger at the attacking man and the thug was blasted back into a wall. Two others came at the cucumber, but LarryBoy held still and finally jumped into the air to watch the two imbeciles slam into a wall. The earlier man, who felt LarryBoy super-suction-ear hit his chest with extreme force, came back at the cucumber, who took out a Larry-Plate from his belt and threw it at the man. It sliced the thug's pants and some skin, but not much more. LarryBoy resorted to giving the man a very swift punch in the stomach. LarryBoy pushed the last dude over the chair that was behind him and stared down at the fallen crook. He ducked down to the ground and got on top of him.
"What do you know about the Joker?" LarryBoy asked the thug. The thug shuttered for a few seconds and then gulped.
"Joker...Joker is in Arkham right now." LarryBoy leaned in closer. "No, really! I'm telling you everything I know. We had him with us last time he took out the top floor to a skyscraper and he held off the Batman for a little while. After he got taken out a few of us got away and hid to escape Arkham. I haven't heard from the clown since!"
LarryBoy scowled. "Did he tell you anything before he was taken to Arkham? Any plans? Any schemes to be pulled off?"
"No...no no no! Well, none that I am aware of anyways. His last words to any of us was 'I'll see you later...don't forget to write.' I only work for him so he won't hurt me."
"If only I had a notebook to mark how many times I heard that one before." LarryBoy said. He leaped off of the thug's chest stood to his...feet? He ducked to miss a punch from another goon and then gave the man a nice sharp jab to the stomach. LarryBoy then pushed the guy over on the ground. Police cars surrounded the area. Gordon came out of one of them and came up to LarryBoy.
"Did you find out anything about the Joker?"
"I'm afraid not," said LarryBoy. "The thug who I was able to interrogate said that he knew for a fact that the Joker was in Arkham and that no one knew anything about any schemes that he is up to." LarryBoy looked back at the thugs lying on the ground. "I guess they are all yours now."
"Nice job rounding them up," Gordon said. "Go back to wherever you need to be, I'll take it from here." He turned around to five men and a few women on their knees holding guns outside of their police cars. LarryBoy walked past them and hopped into the Larry-Mobile. He took the wheel and pressed the button to start the car. The Larry-Mobile roared to life and took off until it was out of sight.
LarryBoy fiddled with the video feed on the Larry-Mobile. The radio started to tune along with the screen behind his steering wheel. "Master Larry," started a very blurry Alfred Asparagus with rather static audio quality. "How is everything going?"
LarryBoy stopped tuning the audio/video quality and sat back to focus on the screen and rest while driving. "Not too bad," LarryBoy said. "There's this big crime thing going on including various people to be having mental breakdowns. I just turned in a large quantity of thugs to the police. I think the police Commissioner doesn't really mind me. I have no lead yet though, the thug I interrogated told me that our primary suspect had nothing to do with the breakdowns at all. Most of the victims have apparently had their attacks after the suspect was already in Arkham."
Alfred didn't hesitate to throw out the next sentence. "Well...you should go back to Wayne Manor next. You or the cops should be able to come up with something eventually." LarryBoy turned off the video feed and continued to drive back to the Batcave. Once he got there, he threw off his costume, but still crashed in the Larry-Mobile anyways.