Of loose characters and such like

On Saturday, the child wanted to go see Green Lantern. Mamma scoured
the listings pages and found that there was a single obscure show at a
cinema hall around a suburb away and on the other side of the railway
line. But in true, Anything For My Child fashion, she girded her loins
and told the child to spit polish himself, we were off to see the
Green Lantern, complete with them 3 D glasses slammed onto our
respective noses.
Having put out brat's clothes and ordered him to pour himself into
said raiments, mamma took herself off to her bath. When she emerged
shining and squeaky clean, the intercom rang, it was a selection of
brat friends. The brat had been busy while mamma was bathing and had
graciously invited a couple of his pint sizes to accompany him to the
movie. Ergo, mamma ended up chaperoning three very, er, spirited seven
year olds to a movie hall, two suburbs and one railway line away. That
too by auto, given that mamma is driverless these days. Mamma probably
deserves a Nobel Peace Prize or something to that level given the
number of spats that broke out in the closed confines of said auto and
which needed immediate resolution, without mamma's instinctive
bellowing.
We reached the cinema hall and found the show cancelled because of no
takers, this when there were three other disappointed families with
assorted sized pintsizeds all expressing their dejection in rather
vocal terms at the situation.
Nonetheless, since we were there, we decided to go for the next
available show. Ready, we were told, was Ready to be viewed and four
tickets were booked. The hall, when we entered was completely empty.
And so it remained through the entire screening. Just the four of us.
Which in retrospect was a good thing given that much spirited dancing
in the aisles happened to Character Dheela Hai and Dhinchitikka
Dhinchitikka and popcorn throwing fights ensued in the course of the
movie.
The movie, which reached its boredom threshold after the second item
song, had us leave the premises before the undoubtedly fisticuff
filled finale and take ourselves down to the McDonalds, where Happy
Meals were ordered and more fights erupted over the KungFu Panda toys
and who should get what by which time, mamma was ready to take her
boots off, hang them up and pull the lid of the coffin in after her.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, she survived it, and reached home
with her bearings still intact, never mind the Disprin she needed to
chuck into the Chenin Blanc.
In the evening, the brat crawls upto mamma and asks, in the same
appealing tone he used in the morning, "Can we go to see Green Lantern
tumorru? I promise I won call anybuddy!"