Bats Page #5

We need a key

to complete this job.

- Sh*t!

- Damn it!

I found one.

Let's hope it's the right one.

It's working. It's working

like a dream.

Bravo, as they say in opera.

Get up here before the fat lady sings.

Avenger, you're clear to arm.

Roger, base. We're arming.

Oh, sh*t!

I think we better keep moving.

Oh, God!

It's gone.

No, they're just circling their prey.

If we don't make it, you know

what we discussed, right?

You gotta blow that entrance.

Yeah. Sure.

We have no other choice.

Yes, you do! You have seven minutes.

Come on!

I lost your video!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Get it off!

Shoot it!

Sh*t!

We gotta get out of here!

- Can you breathe okay now?

- Yeah.

How much time?

Four minutes! Come on!

Initiating firebombing run.

Come on!

- We're not gonna make it!

- You will! Come on!

Jump! Jump!

Commencing final approach.

- Come on!

- Go! Go!

Blow the entrance!

You can make it!

Now!

Call them off!

Major, call off your boys!

We did it!

We sealed the mine!

Are you sure? We have to be

absolutely certain.

Am I certain?!

Is pig pork? Yes, I'm certain!

- Here you go, sir.

- What's the status?

All right.

We got satellite confirmation.

Good work.

Get the hell out of there.

Avenger, abort mission.

Return to base.

Roger, we are RTB.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

You all right? You okay?

I'll live.

You did it! Damn it!

I told you, Sheila.

Just hold that there.

The temperature's dropping fast.

Our bats should be sound asleep,

their little bat asses frozen forever.

Provided there are

no other entrances.

No, that's it.

That's the only way in or out.

Good job, guys.

Honey...

...you stink.

I don't smell anything.

I smell bat doo-doo.

Before you get all precious, you ought

to take a look in a damn mirror.

That ain't your best look, either.

Come on, doo-doo!

It's about time for a cigar.

GelulaISDI

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