At 6:30 Alfred woke up Batman yelling, “Why are you still sleeping?”

“Because I forgot to set my toaster, I mean alarm clock,” replied Batman. Clueless Batman got up and poured himself some coffee.

“Darn, I wish I didn’t have to fight crime today. Except, I do have a date with Superman’s girlfriend,” Batman reassured. Finally, he took off to save the day.

“Golly Gee, I have been mugged,” came a voice from deep within Gotham City.

“I was going to save this lady,” exclaimed the outraged Batman.

“Justice has been served,” boasted Superman. Killer instinct just then told Batman he should go have some chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side. Likewise, Superman went home and had some New England clam chowder. Mr. Alfred made the best soup. No one can make soup like him. Other people make their soup to chunky or to creamy. Personally, Superman wishes his butler could make such good soup. Questionably, the best soup in the world is the kind Alfred makes. Rich and creamy with some chunks describes his wonderful soup.

Superman finished his soup and picked up the phone to call Lois Lane. Though no one answered, Superman suspected she was having an affair. Undeniably Lois lane was having an affair with Batman. Vacationing in Maui Lois and Batman were having a great time. Without Superman around Lois was a different person. Except she still mentioned him.

“Yes, I finally have Lois to myself.” Zorro then jumped in and killed Batman and returned Lois to Superman.

THE END