 Oh, stop, Rocha. They're not bats. They're just large moths. Chew! Chew! And that reminds me. I thought I told you to put moth balls in this trunk. I didn't. They threw them back at me. Now, don't get chewed. There, the sock's going here. Hey, wait a minute, Rochester. What's the matter? I told you to hold my chocolate eclair, not eat it. It's right here in my hand, boss. Look again. Oh, pardon me.