I'm at a party—a family affair ... I think.

The room's dark and fuzzy.

I don't see faces, but I hear voices.

Am I opening presents, or did I just get one?

It doesn't matter. I'm just happy

that I'm now the owner of a Batman toy:

a black, missile-shaped car

with the Dark Knight's head sticking out of a hole.

It looks smaller in proportion

to the rest of the toy.

But why is he wearing The Joker's purple hat?

The two pointy ears of his cowl stick out

of the hat's thin brim.

I want to take this toy home with me

and own it forever, but I know I can't.

It'll be gone when I wake up ...