 I still want my Batman cape. I still want it. My mom would take me to the mall again. And it looked like a different Santa Claus, but I still asked him, hey, what happened to my cape? Oh, you know what, I apologize. I'm gonna bring it to you this year. Make sure you're being good and stuff like that. And okay, fine, no problem. Come Christmas, I got some underwear. Didn't get no Batman cape.