No clothes for the cat

Batgirl and Catwoman were talking, when the sound of footsteps approached. Catwoman darted off. Batgirl hesitated a moment, then took off after her. What choice did she have? Catwoman's morals were suspects, but Mad Hatter's didn't exist! Better off with a crook then a lunatic!

They ran, Batgirl naked, hands still glued to her butt. Her large breasts swung wildly, causing a great deal of discomfort, not to mention humiliation. She hurried after Catwoman, nearly running into the crouching villain. Batgirl stumbled to a halt, seeing why Catwoman stopped. Ahead of them were two men, obviously in the roll of the Walrus and the Carpenter. The walrus had a strange tusked hood on, the carpenter a tool belt, hammer and saw.

"What's this then?" The carpenter asked, in a strange robot voice, as he was controlled by hatter. "Why it's the Cheshire Cat and Alice, running about!"

"Yes, but the Cherise Cat isn't supposed to wear clothes!" The walrus said in the same robotic voice.

"Well, we'll have to take them off." The Carpenter pointed out. "No cat should wear clothes!"

With robotic slowness the pair approached Catwoman and Batgirl. Catwoman drew her whip.

"I'll take the walrus, you take the carpenter?" She asked Batgirl.

"Uh, my hands are... sort of... glued to my butt." Batgirl pointed out, blushing.

"Great." Catwoman grimaced, as the two moved in to attack.