Challenge No.2

[Batgirl]

Ok, I liked SK'd ider and the stories it brought about, so, in honor of her great idea, I wanted to continue with the story challenge. I'll pick the winner on the date Aug. 9th (see date below), that is, if you don't mind SK. After all, it was your idea, anyway... (It would be cool to see you enter, hint hint) So, here's the rules (which are pretty much the same):

1-It must be 500 words or less
2-It must be In first person
3-It must be no higher than a PG-13 rating
4-It must use the sentence, "Man, I hate mummies"
5-It must have all four of the crimefighters there(Bruce/Batman, Babs/Batgirl, Tim/Robin, & Dick/Nightwing)
6-IT MUST BE FUNNY!

Entires must be in by Aug. 8th. Maybe the winner can choose the next line... Any who, let's get those creative juices flowing! A special thanks to Silver Knight for the great idea.

Here's my example:

I looked around nervously and followed my mentor through the various dark halls of the Gotham Museum. Why did we have to explore this place now? I mean, it wasn't like we didn't have the money or anything... it was only a few measly bucks... so why, I ask again, now? Couldn’t we come back when it was, oh, I dun’t know, daylight?!

"In there" Bruce rumbled pointing to a door. He stopped, pressing himself against the wall. I followed suit and tried to peek around the massive man that barricaded my view...

"There?" I asked softly. He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, which was odd. I looked at him curiously. "What?"

"You scared?" He asked, clearly amused. I shot back a tough guy look.

"Never" It sounded more confident then I was. He waved his hand toward the open door, giving the signal. Show time. I cautiously moved through the doorway... Into the museums enormous Egyptian display. I turned to him a final time. “Aren't Nightwing and Batgirl were supposed to help us out?”

“They'll be here! Get going!” As I turned to my assignment I couldn't help but wonder what was so amusing. I scanned the room and found the target. An ancient scroll that was said to raise the dead. I was supposed to bring it to Batman, as part of a drill. Easy enough... I was currently trying to push the past horror films Id seen from my mind. My favorite being The Mummy. How fitting... Reaching the target, I quietly reached out to grab the scroll... Then I heard it. Something or someone was moving. Behind me was the corpse of Amonhotep V. I took a deep breath and turned. The noise was coming from the coffin, inside the coffin. I gulped softly. “Hello? Any body there?”

I slowly moved towards the coffin. As I drew nearer the noise grew louder. I crept up closer and closer... until I was next to it. Then I leaned on my tip toes and started to peek over the top...

“RRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Suddenly the corpse of the dead man came flying up at me, jaw open in a hideous scream, furious at being awaken from his sleep. As I stared down those empty sockets, I did the only thing I could do...

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” The air erupted with laughter. I fell back onto the floor, my face white. I stared up in shock as Nightwing appeared next to the corpse, laughing so hard he was shaking. Batgirl moved from the shadows and grabbed onto the coffin to maintain her balance.

“Gees kid, you looked like you were ready to wet your pants!” Batgirl stuttered through several laughs. I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief. Good. No puddle. Batman strode into the room, a smile on his face. Great, a set up. I scowled at them bitterly and muttered under my breath:

“Man, I hate mummies”

[SilverKnight]

--Hey, it's all good, BG! :) Trimmed at 498 words, here's my mummy story.--

I step into the expansive room, wondering why in God’s name there are so many things laying about. Everything’s here; ribbon, tape, wrapping paper, the works.

Whose birthday is it?

I sidestep a mound of discarded masking tape, and hear giggling and a growl of annoyance from a small adjoining room. Going into full “Bat-mode” as Dick put it, I stalk closer to the noises, curiosity eating at my good judgment.

Luck is with me, though, because before I find out who is in the back room, Dick comes strolling out of the door, holding an empty roll of duct tape. Okay, now I’m *really* curious. Calm down, Dark Knight, I tell myself sarcastically. I’m sure it can’t be as bad as you’re imagining it.

Yeah, I’ll bet.

I stand still, waiting for him to notice me. Apparently he doesn’t, rummaging through the pile of supplies. I clear my throat, and get rewarded with Dick springing from his crouched position, holding the ribbon roll in his hand like some sort of deadly weapon. I can’t help but smirk. “Geez, Bruce, what’s wrong with you?”

“What are you doing?” He hates it when I answer a question with a question.

His face falters for a moment. He’s digging for an excuse. “Uh, Bruce…” I bolt past him, turning into the room.

I can only stare. Well I was right. It’s not as bad.

It’s much worse.

Standing in the room, covered head to toe in everything from wrapping paper to duck tape to paper towels, is Tim. The only things left untouched are his eyes and mouth. “Uh…hi,” he says, his voice still muffled from the thin layers of paper towels covering his mouth.

Dick stands besides me, his mouth twitching spasmodically. “So…like our handywork?”

Tim snorts. “Man, I *hate* mummies.”

That does it. All three of us burst into hysterics. I and Dick lean on eachother to keep standing while Barbara leans on the slightly-miffed Tim. “Oh *thanks* Barb. Glad to be of help to you.”

The laughter from us only strengthens, and after a look that would have frozen hell itself, we start to calm down. “What did you do to him and why?”

Dick was the first to answer, shrugging non chalantly. “Timbo here said that he hated mummies, so me and Babs decided to get rid of that fear once and for all.”

“So you mummified him.”

“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Babs shifts him toward a floor length mirror. “So, you afraid of mummies any more?”

“Not when they’re this stupid looking.”

“Good!” Dick exclaims, patting him on the shoulder. “Then you’ll see the Mummy Returns with us!”

Tim sighs. “Alright, fine, I’ll watch the stupid movie with you. Sheesh.”

I turn for the door. “Dick, you better clean up this mess before Alfred finds out.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Typical Dick reply.

As I walk out, I hear one last statement from the boy mummy. “Uhh…one thing. How do I get out?”

--By the way, this actually stemmed from a true happening. Well, sort of. My friend in class was stupid enough to say "hey, mummify me, it's cool." So two of the people in class were like, "sure". They took two rolls of masking tape and started going around him. However, in about twenty minutes time, about six or seven people were around him, mummifying him. So, the boy eventually said "okay, that's cool stop." but of course, they didn't. They mummified him completely in masking tape, and I think only left his nose open to breathe. Then they picked him up, took him outside and taped him to a tree. :) It's a Vo-Tech class and it was much more lenient. Added the fact our teacher was a moron. So, there you have it. Mind you, I didn't have anything to do with it. I just laughed at him. :D--

[Susie]

Here's the response to the challenge that Batgirl proposed. This one is 499 words exactly…go me. ^_^ Anywhoo- the rules were the same as before with SK's challenge except use the line "I hate mummies." This one was a bit more difficult to do and I don't think it was as funny, but I tried my best!!!

Have fun!

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WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN
By: Susie

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Okay, I've done stupid things in my life. Challenging Dick to a pizza-eating contest wasn't smart- especially since he can eat a horse. But, this…this has to take the cake.

"This is Barbara Gordon- your tour guide. Remember to listen to her and everything she says. There will be a quiz later." Tour guide- just shoot me now. I turn and smile at the group of twenty seventh graders. One of them begins to wave frantically and I realize who it is. I give Tim a little wave and then clasp my hands in front of me.

"Okay, who can tell me something about the Egyptians?"

Hands shoot up and I pick a blond haired girl. "They built pyramids." Congratulations- you get the obvious award.

"Anything else?"

Another set of hands and I pick a brown haired boy. "They wrapped people up."

"Yes, they did. Those were called mummies. Anything else?" If I keep prompting them maybe I won't have to say anything…ever.

"Their blood was leaked out of them."

"Some bones had to be broken and smashed, too."

"Yes, that's all nice, but what else do you know about the Egyptians?" Preferably, what do you know that doesn't involve something painful?

"The mummies had their brains pulled out from their noses."

Great. These kids have a one track mind.

"Having fun, Miss Gordon?" Wait. I know this voice.

"Bruce?" I turn and sure enough there's Bruce standing in his five thousand dollar suit. "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking at the new display that the Wayne Foundation put in last week. You?"

I sigh and wave at the group of kids. "I'm the tour guide- Egyptian section"

He gives me a raised eyebrow- his own way of smiling.

"It's not funny." I say rather pathetically.

"Hey, Bruce, what's the hold up?"

Oh wonderful. First Tim, then Bruce and now…

"Hello, Dick."

Grayson finally notices me and smiles. "Why are you here?"

Bruce answers. "Tour guide of the Egyptian display."

"Hey, did you know they use to break different bones to get the people to fit into their caskets."

Mister Enlightened over here. For his next trick he's going to pull a rabbit from his hat.

"Did you also know they use to pull the brains through their nose." Yes, I did. "Bet that hurt."

I bat my eyelashes at him. "We could see just how bad. Lie down right here and now."

"Down girl." He smiles.

I roll my eyes.

"Hey, when are we going on tour?" Oh, damn- the kids. I'd hoped they would've disappeared.

"You have a group waiting for you." I wish Dick would stop smiling- it's not funny.

I turn and leave those two to their own thing and look back at my group. "Well, let's get going."

We make it a few steps before someone speaks. "Did they really remove the brain through the nose?"

I'm gonna kill someone. "I hate mummies." I mutter while sighing deeply.

It's gonna be a long day.

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Not my characters- end of story ^_^