Bat Brain Overload

Beatrice was sat on her rubber ring, floating on the lake, quietly chuckling to herself, when she realised that she was stuck in her rubber ring. With all the batacoladas and insects she had been scoffing while her and Norman had been chatting and a bit of fluid retention , the rubber ring had welded itself to her. Now it looked like Norman was going to be a while and she was too embarassed to sonic ping to the other bats in case they all flew out to have a look and took the batpiss out of her predicament. What to do she wondered?
Meanwhile, Norman had got to his batbooth to check on the 'big bang' he had heard and opened the door. Immediately a green haze escaped through the bat door and Norman before he could stop himself, took in a breath. "Urrhhhh he said, that's disgusting, it's like the worst batfart I have have ever smelt and I have just breathed it in....." before he could continue a batshape emerged from the green haze out of his batbooth. "Hello Norman, I have been waiting for you, I got bored, so I thought I would have a play with one of your remedies and ummmh well...." It was Vyella the Vampire. She and Norman had had a bit of a batfling some months before, but although the batbonking was good, she had no conversation or interest for him. In the end she had moved on to one of the other bats and last Norman heard she had got into the more experimental side of things and flown off to Venezuela. Norman could feel the anger rising at her intrusion into his life, more than anything else he was miffed at her messing with his genius. "What do you want Vyella, I am busy and I don't want you waltzing into my private space like this." "Oh come on Norman, we have been more private than this, I thought we could pick up where we left off" she replied. She moved over to him and began stroking his batwing...
Meanwhile, Beatrice was getting a bit worried, Norman had been ages and she was getting hot under her batcollar about the rubber ring, it seemed to be tightening around her batbuttocks even more. 'Ah, she thought, it's the water, my batskin is absorbing it and swelling, I have been sat on this lake too long, I bet my batbum will be all wrinkly like a prune when I do finally manage to free myself. I will have to dry out in a warm corner and hope no-one notices.' She was also a bit worried about the fish in the lake mistaking her batbum for food, she had heard there was a big Pike in the water called Pierre (he had apparently swum from France, doing a cross channel, fish race, for international fish relations to try to mend antagonisms after the cod war (there was very nearly side taking and at one point it looked like an international fish war was about to ensue) and never wanted to go back; he couldn't stand snails for a start...)
Anyhow, Beatrice was beginning to panic when Pete Pipistrell flew over head. He had always held a candle for Beatrice and had quite a softspot for her. Beatrice called to him. After much discussion, it was decided that Pete could deflate the rubber ring by pulling out the rubber plug, that Beatrice was unable to reach. Pete pulled the plug and suddenly the rubber ring with Beatrice in it blew off across the lake like a rocket, accompanied by a big long wet rasping farting noise. "It is not me" she cried, as she shot off into the horizon.....