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C.J. looked at Misty and then started fumbling around until he found some carpet tacks. "Don't worry, hon. I think I know those idjits." he said with a smirk. Dumping the whole box of carpet tacks over the side, he looked behind them with a smirk . . . and . . . oh, REAL classy, dude, flip off the guy with the gun in front of your girlfriend. Death wish, much?

"Hey, I don't have powers or a gun. I also am pretty much known for just trying to make supervillains look like assholes. What'dja expect?!"

Fair enough.

Well, it did, sorta. One of the tires blew, but they were still pushing the car forward, nudging the back of Antigua's chevy a few times! C.J. looked at the car behind them.

"Oy . . . " C.J. growled and looked over at Misty. "Yup . . . persistent mafioso punks. Those guys are hard to lose . . . even if those morons couldn't catch a cold." he said with a smirk.

The occupants in the car behind them were freaking out.

"What th'?!? Bozo! Get out there and clean some of dis . . . . whatever the ******** dat is off the car!" Smitty ordered as Bozo looked out the window, easing his big body out to the hood of the car, trying to get the webbing off, but eventually getting tangled into it! C.J. on the other hand, was laughing, taking a picture of the webbed car with his cell phone.

"Babe, you're AWESOME!" he said with a smile as Antigua looked back.

"Where dey who I thought dey were?!" Antigua asked with a laugh as the mafioso's car crashed into a ditch.

C.J. smiled. "That I can agree on . . . I mean, seriously! Can't they just let us enjoy our little date in peace for once?" he asked, relaxing a bit. When she asked the question, he laughed a little bit.

"Yeah . . . not close though. Those guys are mobsters. They always seem to pester my buddy Arell for some odd reason or another. Don't know why though. Probably just bored." he said with a shrug as Antigua looked ahead.

"Dey only a threat when dey team up wit' a biggah villain. Small potatoes." she said as they drove down the road.

Meanwhile . . . in the ditch, Smitty got out of the car, helping cut Bozo out from the webbing.

"Duh, I don't think the boss is gonna like it when he hears we let them escape, Smitty." Bozo said as he got down, his big self almost landing on top of the weaselly Smitty.

"Pipe down, ya mook! I'm thinkin'!! Dey musta had somethin' to do with dose two mugs who was ridin' in the Batmobile!" Smitty said, pacing back and forth as he thought.

"Wait, whaddaya gettin' at, Smitty? We gonna pet da ra-?!" he was cut off by Smitty, who punched him in the gut.

"Shaddap about da rabbit, Bozo! If we can flag down those two mooks in da Batmobile, we could probably hash out a deal! Now here's da plan . . . " he said as he whispered something in Bozo's ear.

C.J. held Misty in his arms and smiled. "Agreed . . . let's just relax before something else happens, hon." he said and kissed her. Wow, for a first date, this one has to be the most eventful!

"Ten bucks says What's-er-nuts and Sandbag team up with those two goons Misty took care of."

Oh, GOD, we'd REALLY be in trouble . . . and we still gotta get Arell!

"He'll be fine. He probably killed a guy, freed Kai and Dun' and are on their way back to Gotham as we speak."

C.J. smiled and held her close . . . looks like they finally had their peace and quiet . . . which was fine by him. He did a double look just to make sure, and then relaxed.

Meanwhile, Smitty and Bozo managed to limp their way back to a garage . . . oddly enough a suspicious looking . . . batmobile was parked in one of the bays. They looked it over, checking it out.

"Duhh, you think this is the real deal, Smitty?" Bozo asked as they looked around it as Smitty looked in the driver's seat.

"Maybe . . . this could be interesting. Just to be sure, don't to- OH s**t!!!" Smitty yelped as Bozo found a peculiar button.

"Duhh, you mean like this?!" Bozo asked and pressed it, accidentally activating the automatic returning device . . . the sound of jet turbines filled the air as the batmobile took off again . . . this time WITHOUT A DRIVER!!!

Smitty, now dazed and comically charred (he had apparently moved behind the turbine) coughed up a cloud of smoke as he sat dazed on the ground. "Ouch . . ." he wheezed as Smitty went up to him.

"Duh, are you okay, Smitty? You don't look so good!" Bozo mentioned as he got down to Smitty's level.

"I'll have the steak, Garcon . . . medium rare." Smitty wheezed and passed out.

((And let's play another round of "Pass the Batmobile!!"))

Bozo's eyes got big as Sandman and Typhoid got closer to them. "Duhh . . . I done a bad thing, Smitty . . ." he said as Smitty got up.

"N-n-now wait a minute . . . we can explain! Da boss sent us!" Smitty tried to say, backing up defensively, glaring at Bozo when he had the chance.