Hey, the guys and I were thinking...
...of heading to Mama Macaroni's
Whoo! Those garlic knots slap!
Don't get me wrong. I love me some Mama Mac's.
That pomodoro turns me into a pomowhoro,
but one day of pure focus
and we're going to be ready to terraform Gotham
into paradise.
Uh, so Frank "rising from the ashes reborn"
wasn't the key? He's floating.
Oh, I'm all-powerful.
Check this shit out.
Hmm, ahh.
- Take that, take all of that! - Wow!
Very cool, Frank. But in this current state,
he can only pollinate this area.
Please, I can easily get down with all of Gotham's flora.
No dick mist needed! You feel me?
Hey, Frank, you're asexual, so you'd be fucking yourself.
Well, I know I can do that!
Any-hiddly-diddly,
I just need to increase Frank's seed production tenfold.
And I'm so close. So if you could just...
He did it! By God, he did it!
Hey, Sy! Sy!
Aye, all this yelling reminds me
of Kim Jon Il's real funeral back in '98.
I downloaded Sy into Cat woman's Smart home.
He can access the entire Internet.
Ask him anything.
Who makes the best burger?
Who won best actor for the 1991 Olivier's?
The horse, Sea biscuit, and a gay man.
- Amazing. - He's good.
Ive, ask him something.
Those are also the things that I wanted to know.
So if you guys could just...
There's 37 other rooms in this house, I'm just trying a...
It's okay, Frank. I'm fine. I don't need...
Okay, don't stop. That actually feels really good.
Ahh!
Oh, my God.
Harley!
What the hell is this?
Uh, just the first practice of Gotham's soon to be
greatest Progressive Alien Death core Band.
We are called The Blackened Pains of Zeerathan!
Death of Harroc can suck both my dicks.
Oh, they're currently the best PAD band in Gotham.
Don't need the acronym explained or repeated to me,
but it is like a touch loud.
Do you want us to turn it down?
I mean, if it doesn't ruin the vibe or whatever.
- You know. - There we go.
Hey, Ive, you're going to kick science's ass!
Yes. Rock on.
Hmm.
Oh, I'm seeing something.
Wait, I'm saying it's just you being a little bitch
and not telling Harley she's being freaking annoying.
Frank, I like to employ a tactic
called judicious transparency in my relationships.
Yeah, yeah, I heard of that.
It's called being a little bitch.
Hey, a big part of being in a relationship
is not always telling the exact truth.
And that way you can get what you need
without hurting anyone's feelings.
Also, I just blew up our last place,
so I don't really feel like being the bad guy right now.
- Oh, my God. - Well,
you better do something
or you're going to blow this place up, too.
Ugh.
? Ivy is so smart ?
? But she's no science wussy ?
? And in celebration ?
? I'm gonna eat her puss... ?
Oh, hey, babe.
Yeah! Whoo!
Obviously, and it goes without saying,
I think it's amazing that you started a band.
The thing is, um...
Cat woman just texted me
and she said that the instruments she stole
when visiting the legendary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
induction ceremony in 2012, are off-limits. Dang it!
Ah! 2012. A great year for me
and my fellow Cosimo Mat ass a Stanleys.
Ugh! Cat woman is such a buzzkill.
Oh, I know! It's like the buzzkilliest.
If it was up to me, I would so let you guys
just shred... ass.
But, you know, she's letting us stay here,
so we just have to accept it.
- Ugh. - Ugh, stupid rules.
Yeah, uh.
Um, since we can't play anymore,
could someone get me down?
This election, stick with the mayor
because he's sticking it out for us.
We're getting crushed in the polls!
How is that possible?
Guy can't even piss on his own.
How's he supposed to run the city?
Eh, he's playing the coma card.
Well, our internals show 57% of voters
think it's "mean"
you're running against someone in a coma.
Ah! But the other 43 are with us?
No. 20 said they wish "you were the one in the coma."
Feels like an unnecessary detail.
And another 15 said,
"I don't get carpool karaoke,
they just sing along to songs in a car."
Clearly they thought we were asking about James Corden.
But regardless, it's not looking good.
All I've done for this city and this is what I get?
Maybe change things up.
Be more Jim and less Commissioner
Bingo. I need to just get out.
Chat with the youths.
Barbara, you're a cool, hip, popular young woman.
Gather up 3,000 of your closest friends for me to talk to.
Dad, I don't really have any...
That many friends.
Yeah. I could have guessed that.
Damn it! Ow, my pinkie.
Political campaigns are won with money.
Uh, what about great policy and hope?
Yeah.
No, we need money, from the filthiest, richest
pieces of shit the world has to offer.
Carmine Falcone, Ra's al Ghul,
or if we're really lucky,
Henry Kissinger!
That monster isn't dead yet?
God really doesn't exist.
Dad, if you take their money, you'll be beholden to them.
Run on what you believe in.
Justice! Honor!
The rule of law.
You, Jim Gordon, are enough.
Aww. You really are my north star.
Okay, so where are these rich assholes?
Harley, what are you doing?
Oh, don't mind me. I'm just gonna use Cat woman's
fancy Japanese toilet.
Have you read it? I haven't gotten past the cover.
Is it "I Q Eight Four"?
Konnichiwa, Harley Quinn.
Level.
- Level. - Ah.
I'll do that for you.
Are you ready to flush?
- Oh, my God. - Victory! S-level.
That was spiritual.
Everyone's gotta try this.
- Hey, guys... - Oh, no.
Another text from Cat woman,
says no one is allowed to use her special toilet. Ever!
Wait, how did she even know?
Uh, so she has, like,
surveillance cameras like, everywhere.
I'm so bummed.
I want nothing more than for all of you
to just go to the bathroom right near me.
Ahh, stupid Cat woman!
What is the point of a fancy Japanese toilet
if you don't show it off? Argh.
Oh, that's some weak ass shit.
That feline freak.
Watching my every move.
Your free cam show ends right now!
Argh!
I did it! Whoo!
You diddled an electrical socket?
What? No! I finished the serum.
- Huzzah! - All right.
- Feels good. - Kudos!
- Pollination! - Feels good.
Oh, I'm so proud of you, my sexy little scientist.
But seriously, what is with the hair?
Turns out I made the serum less explodie,
but not not explodie.
So, Frank's currently in a fugue state,
producing enough pollen to cover all of Gotham.
And since we have a couple of hours before he's ready,
I thought that we would go for a celebratory dinner
at *Mama Macaroni's*!
- Whoo-hoo! - Mama Macaroni's?
*Mama Macaroni's!*
[SINGING] ? Coming into my mouth ? -? Her mouth ?
? Mama Macaroni's ?
- ? Get in the town ? - ? So good. ?
- Okay. - Ah, yes.
Tomorrow we terraform all of Gotham,
except for Mama Macaroni's.
- Ah, yes. - Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna bring Frank his garlic knots.
Frank?
Frank!
Hmm.
Sy! Wake up, Sy!
Did you see anything?
I'm plugged in to the World Wide Web.
What haven't I seen. Biggest revelation.
A lot of stepmothers are shtupping their stepson.
No, you horny smoke alarm.
Someone stole Frank. Did you see anything?
I did not but I will check the security cameras.
I never should have left.
I never should've fricking left.
Oh, Ive,
we are going to find the asshole who did this, okay?
I promise.
Is there a villain
who looks like a static screen?
I don't think so.
Damn. Well, then the cameras are broken.
What?
So, whoever broke in knew
exactly where all the cameras were.
Wow, that is some devious shit.
I think we're dealing with a genius.
They may be smart when breaking in,
but they're not smart when it comes to securely fastening
festive brooches to their wardrobe.
Wait a second. I've seen this before.
And I know who can help us.
How'd you come up with the answer?
I don't know.
Maybe because my son can count to fricking seven!
I hate this common core!
No, you keep going, sport.
Papa needs to talk with his guests,
who decided to drop in during homework time.
Someone broke into our place and stole Frank,
but left this behind.
And it is the same brooch you had.
Ugh, The Court of Owls?
What is that? Is that like a bird watching club?
Ha! They wish!
It used to be the city's most exclusive secret society.
Bankrolled some intensely evil schemes.
Now, it's just a bunch of old straight white dudes
jerking each other off.
Headphones, Benny!
Where can we find them?
Assuming they haven't changed their schedule,
they'll be having their weekly meeting tonight.
Wednesday nights? You always told me
you were playing softball.
I was lying.
What grown man plays on a softball team?
So, how do we get into this meeting?
You just need a mask and the password.
Lucky for you, I have both.
Hmm.
Here we are. Hmm.
Saves me a trip to Goodwill.
And what's the password?
The password is...
"Hoot hoot."
Seriously? That's like using your name as the password.
Harley, you literally use your name for every password.
Are you finished? Well, let's take a look.
Draw a picture to explain your answer.
Who gives a shit?
Ha!
Oh, sorry, bud, I had to get that out.
I'll make it up to you.
What do you say we get some boba?
You really think one of these sick assholes has Frank?
Yes. Just play it cool, okay?
Hoot Hoot.
Eyes open for anything suspicious.
Okay, everything's already suspicious.
It is time for the sacrifice, but,
before we get to that, just a quick announcement.
Due to a number of complaints from our newer members
about the inhumane sacrifices
we have been performing for over 100 years,
a goat pinata will play the role of an actual goat tonight.
- I know, I know. - Favorite part...
There was nothing I could do. Okay, here we go.
Now that the God's bloodlust has been satiated,
we're gonna jump right into cocktail hour.
Okay, so let's just split up and search the crowd.
Whoever stole Frank has to be covered in his pollen.
So let's see if it's one of these creeps.
You're still hot when you give orders. Mmm.
All right, just go in there and charm the hell out of those rich dicks.
Wish you told me about the mask thing.
Would've worn my sports goggles from by b-ball days at the rec center.
Forget about your God damn glasses.
Focus on the mission at hand!
Get that money.
Got it. Just gonna glad-hand the hell out of...
God dam, son of a... Gun.
Hey, watch it.
Hey, Mr. Owl Man. Jim Gordon here.
I'm running for Mayor of Gotham.
We're not supposed to use names.
Oh! Right, right, right.
Eh, you already know who I am. So, like I said,
Jim Gordon, running for Mayor.
Crime's rampant and the current mayor isn't doing a dosh garn thing about it!
- Isn't he in a coma? - Eh, irrelevant.
This damn mask! It does... It doesn't fit.
I think my head's too small? Too... too big?
Wait a rotten ham-hawk, I know that jaw-line.
That stiff upper lip, those broad shoulders that look like
they're holding the weight of the world.
Bruce Wayne. God, it's good to see a familiar face
Commissioner.
My God, those shoulders really are so solid.
Guess I shouldn't be too surprised to see you at this chichi shindig.
I like to keep my eye on Gotham's elite.
Speaking of Gotham, I'm gonna change the city
and I could really use some of that sweet,
sweet cash that you got in your pocket.
Also, not to brag, but my good friend Batman has endorsed me.
- No, he hasn't. - Well, he hasn't announced it yet,
but it's coming. Don't you worry.
Gonna figure this mask out then I'll circle back with you.
Hey, just out of curiosity, what were you doing about two hours ago?
Teaching my kindergarten class.
Oh, wow, that's really upsetting.
Hey, I know it was you, Bane.
Who is this Bane you speak of?
Never heard of him. Though, he does sound like a pretty cool dude.
Oh, cut the shit. What were you doing from 5:00 p.m. until now?
Well, 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday is my standing therapy session.
It was a tough one. Got into some trust issues.
I think you know why.
You won't give me back my pasta maker.
The ultimate betrayal!
My therapist thinks we would all benefit
from a group session... Oh, okay.
So you can use any toilet you want, but I can't use yours?
Good to see you, too.
But I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
I know all about you texting Ivy telling her I can't do anything in your apartment
including use your fancy Japanese toilet.
What would be the point of stealing a Komon Clean 6000
if I didn't want to show it off?
Wh... That's what I said!
Hmm, seems like your problem might be with Ivy, not me.
I... Ivy lied to me?
- King? - Why thank you.
Got a clue on our thief.
Okay, 'cause we have not found shit.
Not every camera was broken.
Our fancy, sexy toilet has one inside
and snapped a butt pic of the intruder.
Hang on, so someone broke in, stole Frank, and took a shit?
I cannot confirm it was in that order.
Anyway, I did a zoom zoom and enhanced the tuchus photo.
Sending it now.
Is that a mole?
Bingo!
And this is all you could find?
Pretty good, considering Harley bashed in the rest of the cameras.
Wait, what?
Pretty good, considering Harley bashed in the rest of the cameras!
Huh, see this? I'm a problem solver.
And I'll bring this kind of ingenuity all the way to City Hall.
Jim, if I give you money, will you leave me alone?
- You betcha. - Let me get my checkbook.
So Sy just told me something really interesting.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
That you went full-blown smashey fit on all of the cameras.
Well, Cat woman told me the truth about you guys.
Uh... So messed up.
Can we please get out of here before the party gets started?
Oh, I'd say the party has already started.
Fine. Get our coats.
I want to luxuriate in their emotional discord for a second.
Why would you lie to me about that?
I... I didn't lie about it, I just didn't say anything.
And look, the last time we hooked up was, like, four years ago.
Wait, what?
Oh! Okay, we can go.
You two used to hook up?
I was talking about the toilet texts,
but you and that furball used to hook up?
Let's talk about that!
- Harley... - Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't get to "Harley" me. Is there anyone else I should know about?
Any more shocking sex things I'm gonna be blindsided with?
What the hell?
_
Let the grand owl orgy begin! Hoot, hoot!
Hoot, hoot!
Honey, let's just forget about all of this and focus in.
Whoever stole Frank has this butt mole.
We find this butt mole,
and then we can just drop this whole thing.
Ooh, there's always a butt mole whenever we need to talk about something important.
There's nothing more important to me right now than finding Frank.
There's nothing to talk about.
Sorry to eavesdrop, but if I'm being honest,
it seems like there is a lot to talk about.
This part's always tricky.
Could one of you gals help me to unhook my...
- Not now, Bane. - Oh, okay.
It didn't mean anything, it was ages ago.
Look, we've got this extremely convenient gift of nakedness.
Now let's just go and find this mole.
If it didn't mean anything then why didn't you tell me?
Maybe I didn't tell you because I knew this is how you'd react.
Wow. Just wow.
Shit!
Come on, Jimbo, you got this.
Just talk to a few more people
and your campaign's back on track.
Hmm, first-time jitters?
Uh, let me give you a piece of advice.
Lube, and plenty of it.
Right, gotta grease the wheels, butter 'em up.
Why the... Ow, why is it so God damn dark in here?
Looking for money and these assholes can't even keep the electricity on.
Ah, cheese nuts.
The hell is this? Some kind of Conga line?
Where the hell is it?
Ah, for crying out loud.
Harley...
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
The real reason I didn't tell you
wasn't because I thought you'd freak out.
When Cat woman and I hooked up, I wanted more,
even though it was so obvious she didn't.
And so, I waited around,
hoping that she'd change her mind.
And while I waited, I was just, like, wrapped around her little finger
and I still cringe every time I think about it.
Could you please keep your talking to a dull sexy roar?
No! Annihilate my taint.
Anyway, after it finally ended I felt so pathetic.
I never wanted to think about it again, and so when you brought it up
I just got defensive and I said something I shouldn't.
Harley, it wasn't even a real relationship
and I know that because when we got together,
I knew I'd finally found what I'd been pining for
all these years.
Cat woman didn't mean a thing to me.
But you, you, Harley, you mean everything.
Oh.
One rule at orgies, never turn the lights on.
But I was almost done carbo-loading for the fuckfest.
Ah, hot damn!
What in Satan's asshole?
So you didn't get anyone to donate to the campaign?
No. But I did get a pretty sweet selfie with Bruce Wayne.
Maybe put it on a billboard!
Hold on, there's a better one.
Huh, I don't remember taking those.
Oh. Gordon, you brilliant buffoon!
There's only one thing better than money.
- Love of a woman? - What?
No. Blackmail.
And now we have videos of every major player in Gotham
at some weird sex cult!
So that means we can put the selfie on a billboard?
Oh, that and so much more.
Why the fuck would they do this
on a concrete floor?
I want you to be completely honest with me
and I will be completely honest with you.
Here, I'll tell you everyone I've ever hooked up with.
I'll go from grossest to hottest.
- Oh, please don't do that. - Oh.
I'm so glad we worked through this and everything's okay.
- I mean, Frank is still missing. - Oh, right, Frank.
Oh, hey. What the...
Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
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