I'm sorry, I must dash away now. There appears to be a jonesy signal high up in the clouds. The commissioner must have need of me to combat evil* crime once more as my secret alternate identity, jonesy. Why my secret indentity is the same one as the not-so secret one I'll never know, for I am poor of memory and light of wallet. What my wallet has anything to do with it one must ask my lawyer. That is, if I had one. Which I am not at liberty to discuss while he is my secret sidekick, lawyer-man. Together jumping across rooftops, jumping into peoples pools, and jumping just for the heck of it, we jump and jump to the police station. There to hear of the many things committed by evil geniuses lined up against the general populace, whoever the general populace might that moment be. Up, up, and down, and up, and away!
*as opposed to good crime, which we only eat wednesdays with mushrooms. Mmm, crime.