At the Burrito Bucket, Babs puts on her Burrito Bucket uniform.

Babs: [monologuing herself] In a world hungry for justice, where citizens thirst for righteousness, and yearn for the taste of freedom, one woman's there to serve them the liberty they so desperately crave. And also, burritos. Buckets and buckets of burritos.

She came out of the break room and strolls into the dining area of the restaurant, whistling, until.

Shane: Gordon!

Babs: Buenos dias, Shane.

Shane: That's Mr. O'Shaughnessy to you! And you're late. Again!

Babs: I am?

She turns to the left and looks at clock then she shrugged.

Shane: That's the sixth time this week, Gordon, and it's only Monday!

Babs: Oh, sorry, Shane. Er, Mr. O'Shaughnessy, sir.

Shane: Listen, Gordon, some people know the importance of a good work ethic. Punctuality, responsibility. Some people take their job seriously.

Babs: Believe you me, Senor O'Shaughnessy, nothing's more important to me than this job. I love Burrito Bucket. I've been a fan of Burrito Bucket since I was five!

Babs brought out her phone and shows Shane the picture of her five-year old self, hugging a bucket of burritos.

Shane: Whatever. If you're late one more time, today, tomorrow, for the rest of your life, you're fired!

Babs: Fired? Could this be the end for a habanero heroine, our enchilada enforcer, our lady sentinel of the sacred bean? No!

Shane: What?

Babs: Nothing. From here on out, I'll be the master of time management, the crusader of the clock, the expert of hours.

Some minutes later, Babs is cutting lettuce in the kitchen and spots people wearing animal masks and holding guns entering the Bank of Moolah across the street.

Babs: Hmm, suspicious. Really suspicious.

[guns powering up]

Babs: Extremely suspicious! [gasps] I don't think those dudes are bank patrons at all! Mr. O'Shaughnessy! Hey, hey! Mr. O...

Shane: What?

Babs: Bathroom break?

Shane: No.

Babs: [panting] Please!

Shane: Ugh. Two minutes. But one second later, and you are so fired.

Babs: Alarm. One minute 50. There. Plenty of time. [gasps] I knew it. They're totally not bank patrons!

Babs runs into the back room in her Burrito Bucket uniform then runs out the back exit in her Batgirl outfit, then ziplines from the top of the Burrito Bucket street sign to the Bank of Moolah. She kicks in the door and gives a little speech.

Robber #2: Hey, who you calling buffoonish?

Babs: Give up now, you foolish fiends, you nefarious nimrods, for now is the time--

After hours of saving the bank, saving her lousy boss and her job, and becoming Employee of the night, Dick and Tim comes in the Burrito Bucket, and the see trailer on the TV.

Announcer: Blood. (Shows a zombie biting someone's arm, with blood coming out) Guts. (Shows a zombie taking a guy's guts out of his body. The guy screams.) Dinner. (Shows a policeman in a chair. A bunch of arms holding forks and knives bust through the wall. The policeman screams) Zombie Dinner Party.

Dick: That looks awesome.

Tim: I'm glad you said that, because I got us... BAM!!! (throws 2 tickets on the table) 2 tickets for opening night!

Dick: Ooh, I kind of already got 2 tickets for Pajama Sisters 2.

Tim: What? Why? That's just some chick flick. And not even the good kind! I saw the preview. They're just gonna sit around talking about their feelings, fully clothed.

Dick: No, dude. I got these tickets for me and Babs. I'm finally gonna try and ask her out.

Tim: Aw, what? But it's opening night! Do you know how hard it was to get these tickets?

Babs: Hey, guys, your burritos are ready. Sorry for the hold-up.

Dick: Oh, hey, Babs. Um, I was wondering, uh, would you, uh, like to, uh, you know, uh...

Tim: You're gonna have to excuse Babs here. He has a hard time trying to "espresso" himself.

Babs: (laughs) Good one, Tim. I'll be right back with your salad.

Tim: Dude, did you see how hard Babs laughed at me?

Dick: (jealous) That wasn't funny.

Tim: Yes it was. Man, what's your problem?

Babs: Here you go, guys. (puts two salads down on the table)

Tim: Where's my French dip?

Babs: Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I messed up, let me take it back.

Tim: Everything okay, Babs? You seem like you've got a "full plate".

Babs: (laughs) Yeah! I'm just a little stressed 'cause I'm moving the boxes in my new place today.

Dick: I can help you.

Babs: Really? Thanks, Dick!

Tim: Hey, , Babs I can help you too.

Babs: Oh, perfect! Do you guys mind coming by my place in an hour?

Tim: Oh, we don't mind. It'll be a "moving" experience for all of us.

Babs: (laughs) Tim!

Dick kicks Tim under the table.

Tim: Ow! What?

Dick: Nothing.

Tim: Wait a minute... you're jealous.

Dick: What? No I'm not.

Tim: Dude, you're just jealous 'cause I made her laugh and all you do is sit like this: Uh, uh, uh...

Dick: Whatever. Just stay out of my way when I'm helping her move.

Outside Babs' new home, where Dick and Tim are helping her put boxes into her new house

Babs: Alright, guys, we're almost done.

(Dick puts a box into the house)

Dick: Do it. Just do it. Hey, Babs. Um, I've been meaning to ask you, uh, do you want to, uh, have me pick up that box?

Babs: Oh, yeah, thanks! This is the last one, but be careful because it's really...(sees Dick trying to pick it up)...heavy. Uh, do you need help with that?

Dick: It's cool. I got it. (carries the box over to the house)

Tim: (standing in a box) Hey, Babs. Briefs or (pulls the box up) boxers?

Babs: (laughs) You're so funny, Tim. Okay, gotta go talk to the manager. I'll be right back. (walks away)

Dick gets even more jealous of Tim

Dick: Hey, Tim. You better leave, dude. You're ruining my chances with Babs.

Tim: What? You haven't even made a move on her yet. You're gonna end up seeing Zombie Dinner Party with me anyway.

Dick: No, I'm not. Quit screwing this up for me.

Tim: You're just jealous that I can talk to chicks, and you can't!

As soon as Dick was about to strangle Tim, they see Babs walking back towards them

Tim: You gonna ask her out or what?

Babs: Hey, guys. Ready to call it a day?

Dick: Babs! Uh, just wanted to ask you if you want to, uh, I mean you obviously don't have to but, uh...

Tim: Babs, wanna see something cool? BAM! (shows tickets) Two tickets for the Zombie Dinner Party premiere! Wanna go with me tonight?

Babs: You actually got tickets? Yeah, I'll totally go with you tonight! Dick, you gotta come too!

Tim: (smug look) Dick can't come because I only got two tickets!

Babs: Aw, maybe next time?

Dick: No. No, it's cool. You guys have a good time.

Babs: Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, at 8, Tim! (gets into the house)

Dick: Alright, dude, I'll go to the movie with you. Just call it off with her.

Tim: Pfft, yeah, right. I'm not going with you. You had your chance, and you blew it! You blew it!

Dick: Agh! Come on, dude, just give me another chance.

Tim: Ok, I give you another chance, if you admit that you're jealous.

Dick: No, I'm not jealous.

Tim: Then I guess I'm still going out with Babs. Ohhhhhhhhh! You blew it again, you blew it again!

Dick's left eye twitches with anger and jealousy.

At Metropolis High School, Tim is on the computer at class.

Tim: Dick, check this out.

Dick: What?

Shows Dick the trailer for "Pajama Sisters 2".

Girl in trailer: Haha, ahh. Why doesn't he like me? (sobs)

Comments on the computer saying that the movie sucks.

Tim: Looks like Pajama Sisters 2 is bombing, but it's doing better than you did with Babs. Ohhhhhh! 3 more hours till my date with Babs!

At the cafeteria, Tim is talking to Nathan

Tim: Hey, Nathan, do you know what I like best about Babs? The way she's not going out with this guy!

Nathan: OOOOOOOOH!!!

Tim: Ohhhhhh! 2 more hours till my date with Babs!

Nathan and Tim: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At Dick and Tim's mansion, where Dick and Tim are playing a video game

Tim: Aw, man! This is just like earlier! (Imitating Babs) Dick, help! These boxes are too heavy! (Normal voice) Dick can't help you, Babs, he's too busy not asking you out!

He wins the game and the female video game character comes out

Tim: Oh, yeah, Babs.

The game characters are now tongue kissing, and he mocks the tongue kiss to Dick, who looks jealous

Tim: Ohhhhhhhhhh! Only one more hour till my date. And that's exactly how it's gonna go down.

It is now the night time, and Dick is still in the living room with the T.V static on. Tim comes out, getting ready for his "date" with Babs. He is wearing, a red dress shirt, a black jacket and tie and is combing his hair back

Tim: Hey, Pajama Sister, what are you doing? Watching T.V. all by yourself? Well, that doesn't surprise me, since you can't talk to chicks.

Dick: I'm warning you man. You better call her and cancel.

Tim: I can't cancel, that's being rude. I can't be rude to the ladies. Besides I've got... (looks at his watch) twenty minutes till my date.

Dick: (evil smirks) Hmm, hmm. Are you sure it's only twenty minutes till your date?

Tim: Huh?

Tim looks at his watch again, and sees that there is no battery inside

Tim: What did you do with my battery?

Dick: (evil smile) It could be twenty minutes till your date. Or maybe it's half an hour, or maybe you already missed it!

Tim: Whatever! I'll find out what time it is!

Tim runs to find a clock that reveals what the real time is, Dick gives chase. The first clock is on top of a shelf, which Dick takes with ease. The second at the hallway is cuckoo clock and drives on with Dick taking every other clock in the mansion. The last clock Tim tries to check is the microwave, which Dick blocks with his hand.

Dick: Call it off with her.

Tim: You're jealous, Dick! It's all over your face!

Dick: (anger/jealous) My face isn't jealous!

Dick puts all the clocks in the microwave

Tim: Dude, what are you doing? You can't do that!

Dick: Can't do what? Oh, you mean this?

He shuts microwave door, turns on the microwave, and the clocks melt

Dick: (evil smile) Now you'll never be on time for your date with Babs.

Tim: (jumping on Dick) Gimme back those clocks!

Dick: No!! Get off!

They fight, but then Dick accidentally gets tackled to the microwave, which teleports them away through a powerful electrical surge. They both scream as they move in top speed.

Tim: What's your problem?! Why do you have to be jealous all the time?!

Dick: Shut up! This is all your fault! I finally get a chance to ask out Babs, but you had to butt in and ruin everything!

Tim: No, I didn't! I just wanted to see Zombie Dinner Party with my bro, who flaked on me, for some girl who doesn't even know he exists! (pushes Dick)

Dick: (Enraged) I'LL KILL YOU!!!

Dick then shoves Tim. He falls off the microwave and yells, and his body disintegrates and becomes dust. Tim is dead

Dick: (gasps on horror) TIM!!! No, that's not what I meant! That's not what I meant! Go back! Go back, go back, go back!

The teleportation is now done, and is now in a dark abyss, and bumps into an invisible blockade, which destroys the microwave.

Dick: (echo) Hello?

Dick walks around, and keeps bumping into the invisible blockade.

???: Hey! Who's screwing around up there?

Then there is a bunch of clocks floating around, revealing a man made out of clocks.

???: Oh, it's you.

Dick: Who are you?

Father Time: I am Father Time. And you're the one who's been running around microwaving all my clocks.

Dick: I didn't mean too.

Father Time: (sarcastically) "You didn't mean too." You've wasted my time, your time, and you really wasted the time of that guy you killed. He's dead.

Dick: I know, I'm sorry. Can you bring him back?

Father Time: No, his body has been blown to bits of star-stuff. And now, you get to spend eternity here at the end of time. All because of your pity jealousy.

Dick: I'm not jealous.

Father Time: Yes, you are!

Dick: No, I'm not!

Father Time: Silence! Peer into my Truth Hole.

The clocks that make up his body pull back to reveal an enormous hourglass right before Dick's very eyes

Dick: What is that?

The Truth Hole reveals all of the times where Dick is jealous throughout the entire time.

(A/N: Start at 1:33 End at 1:55)

Dick: It's true, I am jealous of Tim, and even though he's annoying, he's still my best friend. You're right Father Time, I deserve to be trapped here.

Father Time: I'll be honest, Dick, house guests really annoy me, I mean just look how you wreaked my living room.

Reveals nothing, since it's invisible.

Dick: (faking it) Oh, sorry.

Father Time: You better be. Now, I'll give you a do-over just this once.

Dick: Aww, man. Thanks so much.

Father Time: But remember, stop bottling up your emotions, because if I ever get you back here again, you'll be sorry. Now, get on the Time Pony.

Dick: Time Pony?

Father Time: Aww, come on, it's right next to you. (Revealing to be invisible) There you go. (Dick gets on the pony) That's how you ride a Time Pony?

Dick: What?

Father Time: That's just weird. Now get out of my dimension.

(ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM)

Dick: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The Time Pony rides off, redoing back to the Burrito Bucket, where it all started

Dick: (joyful) Tim! You're-you're here!

Tim: Shhh! We're watching the trailer.

Announcer: Zombie Dinner Party.

Dick: That looks awesome.

Tim: I'm glad you said that, because I got us... BAM!!! (throws 2 tickets on the table) 2 tickets for opening night! Wanna go with me?

Dick: Yes I do.

Babs: Hey, guys, your food's ready, sorry for the hold-up.

Dick: Hey, Babs. (Grabs a coffee cup) Uh, looks like you've got a latte on your plate. (laughs nervously)

Tim: You're gonna have to excuse Dick here. He has a hard time trying to "espresso" himself.

Babs: (laughs) Good one, Tim. I'll be right back with your salad, guys.

Tim: Dude, did you see how hard Babs laughed at me?

Dick now looks jealous, again

Tim: Oh, dude, you're jealous! Admit it!

Dick: Dude, I'm not-- Well, maybe just a little bit.

The End

(A/N: New theme song will arrive soon)