We'll have this baby squealing Mayday by midnight.
Let's split up.
- You see him? - He's hiding.
Turn out the lights. He's nocturnal. He'll think it's daytime like this.
Good point.
- Have you got him? - Come on, you sonar-guided rodent.
- Connie, bats carry rabies, don't they? - Yeah, among other things.
I'm gonna call him now.
OK, just be still.
- Are you kissing him or calling him? - I'm calling him!
- That's the sound they make. - OK, OK.
- Dad! - Oh, no...
I got him!
Keep back.
- Get the light on him. - Keep your eye on the bat.
Whoa!
Look at that thing move!
Christ Almighty!
Ooh, I hit my head.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
He's in the rafters. Where are you?
I'm here!
- He's on my face! - Hold still!
Honey...
We got it!
- We got it! - Oh, the pain.
- We got it! - Ooh, that had to hurt.
What a fighter. Boy, he was something. I salute him.
But we got to get some sleep.