Terry steps into his bedroom window an hour later and drops onto his bed.
He pulls off his mask and starts to undress.
"Uhh*gasp* WOW! Terry's BATMAN! Terry's...Mph."
Matt walks in and starts to shout.
"Shut-up twip. I just went to a costume party."
"Where's the batmobile!?!"
"I don't have one. I went to the costume party remember."
"Oh? Sure, that's what you want me to believe."
"No you could believe that I just talked with a gangster's son all night and that the GCPD and CIA are about to become his property."
"Man what a lame story. Batman wouldn't waste his night like that. He'd be beatin' up bad guy's."
"Right twip. If I were batman I'd make up better stories now go to bed before..."
"TERRY!"
"...Mom gets up."
"Terry what's going on in here?"
Terry bolts under the covers, as she walks down the hall.
"Terry?"
"Nothing Mo..."
"TERRY'S BATMAN!"
"Hush Matt. Terry?"
"TERRY'S BATMAN!"
"Matt!"
"Oh nothing... Matt was in here making up stories about Batman having a motorcycle."
"A motor...Ohhh. Well Terry if it's going to prevent Matt from sleeping and all... I never liked that anyway...Terry I."
"MOM!"
"MOM!"
"NO! Terry you'll have to get rid of the motorcycle for a while."
"How will I get to school?"
"I don't..."
"MOM!"
"I don't know get up earlier and walk!"
"I can't get to bed earlier. I..."
"You what?"
"MOM!"
"Matt wants something."
"Remember Terry. If Matt's up one more night the motorcycle goes!"
"Frag-it!"
"What?"
"I said what a drag."
"Sure."