Time for something sweet.
Now, boys. Don't crowd.
There's plenty for everyone.
Ooh.
- Wow. - Wow.
I could have some laughs with this.
Nasty.
Drop it, clown!
The Batfreak!
Smoke him!
Jeez, what do I tell my suppliers?
Say you had a fire sale.
That's one arms shipment that'll never reach the streets.
- Good work. - Thanks.
These late nights too much for you?
The nights aren't tough, it's the mornings.
Mr. McGinnis, I see that gravity's gotten the better of you.
Huh?
I'm sorry that my tests aren't more stimulating.
Perhaps this failure to perform file will capture your attention.
Take it home and have your mother scan it.
But...
Class dismissed!
- Great. - Cheer up, Ter!
There's more to life than vectors and vertices.
Like what?
Like the big game after school.
Oh, I don't know, Dana. Maybe I better pass.
Don't be such a spud. You need some excitement in your life.
- How lame! - Huh?
Did you see that?
Mason, what kind of a bonehead pass was that?
- I'm sorry, Coach. - You sure are!
In fact, you're the sorriest bunch of losers I've ever seen!
I don't care what it takes, I want you to get out there
and kick butt, understand?
Yes, Coach!
Look out!
Get him off of there!
Quit whining! It was a legal check!
Nice hit, kid.
Wasn't that a great game?
I mean, the part you stayed awake for.
It wasn't you. Honest.
I'm just seriously REM-deprived.
See ya tomorrow.
What now?
I've been testing the new sky cam,
and picked up something at Vid-City Electronics.
What?
Late shoppers.
Hurry, grab the goggles!
Hey, it's the special Swimsuit Edition.
Schway.
Look, I'm on the big screen!
Five hundred channels and nothing good on 'em.
Run!
- Mason, wait! - Mason?
- It's over, Mason. - No!
I'm rippin'!
Slammin', Mas!
What happened?
Guess I underestimated how strong they were.
- Any idea who they were? - Yeah.
I know one of them. A jock named...
Mason!
Mason, wait up! I didn't see you after the game.
- Where did you go? - Out.
- Out where? - Guy stuff.
- You don't look so good. - I'm fine.
Aw, Mas, you're not using Sla—
I don't have time for this, Chelsea!
You're right, Mason. None of us do.
Chelsea. Chelsea!
Hey, Mas! We've been looking all over for you.
- Did you unload the stuff? - Here's the cash.
- Got top dollar. - Good.
I'll meet you at the gym. Sometime tonight. I'll let you know.
What?
Uh, you don't look so good.
Yes.
Jackpot.
Looks like I got a rodent problem.
I don't know why you're poking your nose in my gym.
And frankly, I don't care!
I eat punks like you for breakfast!
Sorry to spoil your appetite.
Boy, are you in trouble.
- Terry, is that you? - Yeah, Mom.
Do you know what time it is?
I had to run some errands for Mr. Wayne. I'm beat.
I got a call from your school today.
They said you were sleeping in class again.
Ooh, busted.
- What's going on, Terry? - Nothing. I've just been busy.
Yeah. Busy with Dana.
Your teacher said he sent home another demerit file.
- I'll get it. - Hey, out of my stuff, twip!
- What are those? - Nothing.
Don't lie to me. They're Slappers, aren't they?
- I've seen them on the news. - Mom, it's not what you think.
The lies, the poor grades, the unexplained absences.
It's because of these, isn't it?
No, they're not even mine!
Then where did they come from?
I found them, in the locker room.
- At school. - Yeah, right.
Jeez, Matt. Mom, you gotta believe me!
I don't wanna hear any more. You're grounded!
So, she'll let me out to work for you and go to school.
Otherwise, I'm in solitary, big time.
At least you managed to keep one of these.
Barely. I got a real problem here. She doesn't trust me anymore.
And nothing I say is gonna change her mind.
You got any ideas on how to play this?
Arch criminals, I know how to handle.
Mothers are something else.
- What is it? - Venom.
A highly addictive steroidal compound.
Only one man has the formula.
- Bane. - I've heard of him.
You're going to meet him as well.
Sure. As long as I'm home by 9:00.
I told you I was in trouble.
Are you sure this is the place?
He's there, all right.
It's been 20 years
since he left prison, but I've made it my business
to keep track of his whereabouts.
Remember, he was a formidable opponent.
- Be careful. - Come on.
He must be a zillion years old.
What trouble could an old geezer...
Never mind.
- Where's Bane? - In there.
Bane!
- What happened to him? - Too many years on Venom.
That's what that stuff'll do to you.
It was a dead end?
Yeah, but if Bane isn't making the Venom...
then who is?
Wake up, Mason. My grandmother can hit harder than that!
- I don't feel so good. - Can we take five, Coach?
Am I working you ladies too hard?
Tough! Cut it out or hit the showers!
Oh, I can't even get through practice without a Slapper.
Yeah. It'd be nice to have one.
It wasn't my fault! I don't know who took 'em!
You're supposed to be in charge!
Hey, don't break a sweat. Look what I found at home.
- You got 'em? - Not this time!
Batman!
No! Wait! Come back!
That must be the hideout.
The old Gotham Herald building? It's been abandoned for years.
Sure. Who reads newspapers anymore?
You're back early, boss.
No deliveries tonight, thanks to Batman.
Somebody mentioned my name?
You. I should've known.
How'd you con the formula out of Bane?
In the end, he needed Venom just to keep going.
It got so bad, he couldn't even make it himself.
He had to trust someone.
And now you're cashing in by selling poison to kids?
That's right.
You want me, slappy? I'm right here.
I'll kill you!
Terry?
- I'm okay. - What about Bane's friend?
It's the Venom.
I think he had too much of a bad thing.
He's late, isn't he? What are you gonna do to him?
Not as much as I'll do to you if you don't get back in bed.
Hi! I know, I'm late, but you're not gonna be mad.
Oh, no?
My fault entirely, Mrs. McGinnis.
I thought we'd drop by the clinic and get those test results tonight.
He's clean. You told the truth.
This is such a relief.
Didn't mean to scare you, Mom.
Tonight we have a real sports round up for you folks.
Three Hamilton Hill High School athletes
were arrested last night, charged with using Slappers.
Although their coach denies any involvement, he's been given
a time out from teaching, pending an investigation.
I don't believe it. Why would he allow that to go on?
He wanted to win at any cost.
So he looked the other way. Right, Terry?
Terry!
It's all right. He's had a busy night.