Bruce wayne's birthday party

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me" Bruce wayne sang as he walked down the streets of Gotham. He hummed the tune as he kicked an empty can of cola onto the road and into the path of an oncoming bus who just simply ran over the cola can. "I wonder how long it is until the party" he mumbled, looking at his watch. "Two hours, what am I supposed to do for two hours" he moaned. He sat on a bench and picked up a newspaper. There was nothing interesting in it except a story on a bunch of white rabbits been turned pink by pink food colouring.

Two hours later, there was a big massive birthday party at Wayne manor. There was balloons, confetti and all other stuff you'd probaly find at a party. "Why havden't we got any icecream, where's the icecream?" Bruce demanded. "That fat kid ate the lot" Alfred protested, pointing to a very fat kid of about 8, clothes covered in icecream and he was licking the remains from the bowl. "Shame" Bruce said as he sauntered off into the back garden where there was a big bouncy castle and over 500 kids where bouncing away on it.

"ALFREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD"he shouted. The old butler came hobling out. "Yes sir, what is it?" he asked. "You didn't tell me that there was a large bouncy castle in the back garden" he explained. " I was going to tell you, I just forgot. Anyway, at least it keeps the children happy" the butler explained. A few seconds later, the fat boy who ate all the icecream was being dragged outside by his mother.

"But I don't want to go on the bouncy castle" he cried. "Oh stop being such a whiny piny Kevin, I want you to lose some weight, you're getting really fat my son" and she shoved him ontot he castle.

"How much does that kid weigh?" Bruce wondered as he watched the fat boy haplessly bounce amongst the 500 other kids. "I say about 20 stone at the least" Alfred informed. The fat kid stopped bouncing, ran behind a tree and devoured a whole packet of buns.

That evening, Bruce had a few drinks and was a little drunk. "I waaaaaaaaaaaana go on the bouuuuuuuuuuuncy castle" he slurred as he staggered about, glass of wine in his hand. "Sir, I must advise you not to, you've had to much of the wine sir" Alfred protested but Bruce shrugged him off."Leave it right, I'm gooooooona go on that bouncy castle" and he ran into the back yard, kicked his shoes off and jumped onto the bouncy castle.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, LOOK AT ME" he yelled. The party guests all gathered outside to watch Bruce Wayne make a fool out of himself. "I BELIEVE I CAN FLY, I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKY" he sang as he sprung into the air. Alfred buried his face in embarresment. "So, who wants to join me for a bounce?" he asked. No-one moved, they just stayed where they were. "Ok then, watch me bounce" and he bounced about 20 feet into the air before falling flat on his back.

"Oooooooooooooh, the skys staaaaaaaaaaaaaaary tonight" he slurred. "That's enough now Master Bruce" Alfred said, as he helped Bruce gto his feet. "Alright you lot, go home. This party's over". The guests all headed for the exits and Alfred dragged the drunk Bruce Wayne into the house.

"Say Alfred old buddy, hows about we go for a spin in the old Batmobile?" he slurred. "With the state you're in, I should say not" Alfred said sternly.

"Awwwwwwww" Bruce moaned before passing out ontot he leather sofa.

"Next year, I'll have to keep him away from the wine" Alfred muttered. The next morning, Bruce got a bad hangover. "ooooooooooh, I'm never drinking too much again".