Batman, our ADJECTIVE hero, sneaks into the Joker's hideout in the abandoned NOUN factory. But tonight everything is just a little bit off.
Batman's usual outfit has been at the dry-cleaner's for NOUN days, so he has to wear his spare, which is COLOR.
Suddenly, a door bursts open! And the Joker's ADJECTIVE goons come shuffling in ADVERB. As Batman fights them off, he's suddenly hit by a FRUIT pie from seemingly out of nowhere! A ADJECTIVE cackle — it's the Joker himself!
But what's this? It's the Joker's laundry day, too! He's wearing a garish COLOR suit!
"It's over, Joker! I saw the ANIMAL signal! The Bat-Signal was broken."
"You can't stop me, Batman! I'm sending out NUMBER SOMETHING YOU BUY AT THE STORE to everyone from here to PLACE!"
"I saw through your ADJECTIVE plan, Joker! All your METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION, PLURAL were stopped before they could arrive at their destinations!"
"Oh Batman. This has really been an off night," said the Joker. "I don't think ANYTHING could cheer me up... except THIS!" He cried, reaching into a nearby crate and throwing PLURAL NOUN at our ADJECTIVE hero!
It was a matter of NUMBER minutes to subdue the ADJECTIVE fiend, and Batman escaped out the same COLOR window before Officers PERSONS NAME and PERSONS NAME arrived to apprehend the Clown Prince of NOUN.
Batman, his job done, reflected on what a weird night it had been. "What I need," he thought, "is Alfred's specialty — FOOD and a tall glass of LIQUID! Then about NUMBER hours sleep."
