I bet you've been holding your load for so long that you will blow it the second you walk into the theater at midnight and get your bat-juice all over your batman PJs. Your mom will have to take you into the women's bathroom to clean you up on one of those diaper-changing stations. Then you'll probably start crying because it will be past your bedtime and your mom forgot to bring your baggy of cheerios.
Uh that would be fruit loops sir, not cheerios. And my mom NEVER forgets my baggy of fruit loops. NEVER.