Here's my first official Batman parody! This is meant to be a Christmas present to all Batman parody fans out there, so here it is.

Also: Credit goes to my brother for first telling me the parody names for Batman and Robin (Fatman and Ribbon). I don't know if he was the actual person who came up with it, but he was the first to tell me.

Another also: The parody names in this fic are for comedic uses only and are not meant to offend anyone.

Enjoy...

Conditioner Manes Gordon looked down at his watch as he stepped into the interrogation room. I'm sorry, Barbeque, he thought regrettfully, but I won't be on time for dinner- -again.

"Evening... Conditioner," said a creepy voice from across the table as the conditioner sat down. "Do you want to know how I got these scars?"

"Evening, Choker," Gordon greeted the owner of the eerie voice (a clown wearing numerous choke necklaces). "No, I don't know or even want to know how you got those scars, nor do I even know how you got here."

Choker scoffed. "Some Conditioner you make," he mumbled.

"What did you just say?!" Manes growled, angrily leaning closer towards the clown.

"Just that Fatman and Ribbon brought me in," Choker said innocently, holding up his hands and grinning roguishly. "I saw the pictures of your daughter, Barbeque Gordon. I couldn't help but notice how closely she resembles Fatgirl. I can't help but think that maybe they're one and the same."

Manes jumped over the table with rage and glared at Choker. "Don't be silly!" he exploded. "My daughter would never do anything without my permission!"

"Did you give her permission to crash your car into the police station yesterday?" the clown inquired pointedly.

"Well, no," the conditioner admitted.

"My point exactly."

Terrible "Terry" McNugget stepped into the room with an air of uncertainty (and a futuristic Fatman suit on). "Hey, what happened to the schway television screens in here?" he asked in bewilderment.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Gordon asked, even more bewildered than Terry.

"Oh crud," Terry mumbled. "I'm in the wrong time-frame!"

"I'm thinking!" Watership's Nightwish Rat said from the other room. "You're not supposed to be born for another twenty-three years!"

"Oh, err, I'd better get going then," Terry said in embarrassment.

"Hey, you should pay a visit to True Payne!" Choker said after the future Fatman. "He's inventive enough to figure out how to get you back home!"

Terry threw a disgusted look at the clown. "I visited True Payne and now I'm stuck here! Besides, I don't take advice from criminals."

"Well," Choker mumbled crankily, "disregard that suggestion then."

"Get the heck out of here!" Manes ordered Terry.

Terrible McNugget left the room without further ado. And I thought Barbeque Gordon as conditioner was bad enough, he thought in amusement.

Yes, this was a very short one. I had fun typing this story down, though. :)

Also, I just so happen to like chicken nuggets. I called Terry "Terrible McNugget" because it was the first thing that came to my head and it's for the sake of humor (or "humor," depending on how you view it.

Merry Christmas!