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.