Batman calls for a crew meeting. He needs to know who’s taking care of what. Only then can he best decipher how to distribute responsibilities amongst them.
The guys get together and gather around under a food stall at Mauro. They wait for him to begin.
‘You were wondering what’s next on your plate, right? I’ll tell you what is. Go after Kingfisher. Your deal is to sort all the alcohol and all the water. Get it’?
Deputy M responds with a relieved smile. She has been begging for a piece of the action.
‘Shaktimaan ka kya hua? Have we ordered any’?
‘Shaktimaan’?
Deputy NS can’t quite understand why Batman needs an aging superhero at his disposal. Are we under a threat of some kind? Were those calendar freaks serious about the year 2012?
‘Arrey, those Shaktimaan trucks, dude! We were planning to rent some, remember? The idea was to paint them in striking colours, decorate them with frills and drapes and use them as a festival carrier. You guys don’t remember that’?
‘I do. But I didn’t think you were serious. Were you’?
Sheriff adds in a hushed tone.
‘I most definitely was. Look at it this way, okay. People are going to make trips to the city on a regular basis, crew and guests alike. Correct? Won’t it be absolutely badass then to have a festival truck that ferries them to and fro? All we need is some paint and some streamers. We’ll empty the entire section behind and place mattresses for seating. It’ll be fun, man. Plus it’s excellent branding, you know. There’s no way people won’t notice it’.
Sheriff and Deputy R make a note of all requirements.
Shaktimaan is called for.
This festival has turned into a superhero carnival.
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