Bet Brother
- cheezmeeza
- Aug 18, 2025
- 3 min read
Two thieves sit on a motorbike, rev the engine, and snatch a man’s phone right out of his hand.
Man: Help! My phone… my sweet phone! I’m ruined!
A few steps ahead, they grab a lady’s purse.
Lady: Oh my god, they stole my baaag! My whole life was inside it! Somebody stop them, thiieeeves!
On the motorbike:
Thief 1: Nice one, bro… what a speed!
Thief 2 (the driver, turning his head): Respect! They call me “Kami-Three-Whistles”… (suddenly notices something) Oh crap! Jamshid, hold tight!
Thief 1: What is it?
Thief 2: Someone’s chasing us!
Thief 1: That black car?
They hit the gas and exit the frame.
Inside the black car
we see Bet Brother behind the wheel, bearded and furious.
Bet Brother: You’re not getting away! This time, you’re mine!
Next to him sits Miss Katy, wearing a cat mask — even the flies buzzing around her wear tiny cat masks.
Katy: Step on it, Betman-aghā! Step on it, they’re escaping!
Bet Brother: What can I do, Katy-khanoom? On my first day I begged my dad to import me a Benz — better acceleration than BMW! He didn’t listen!
Katy: Don’t get mad, honey! You’ve got Haj Wayne-Allah’s blood in your veins! Good genes! You can do it! Faster! Think of your mom and dad…
Flashback:
Little Bet Brother walking down a dark alley with his parents (the famous Bruce Wayne alley scene). Suddenly, a shadowy figure appears holding something sharp.
Bet’s Dad: Who are you? What do you want?
Bet’s Mom (taking off her bracelets): Here, take my bangles if that’s what you want.
Bet’s Dad: Put the knife away!
Suddenly, the Joker (fat disciple) jumps out, laughing:
Joker: Haj Agha Wayne-Allah, knife? Forget the knife — I got your plane tickets to Canada! That whole three-thousand-billion scandal got exposed. You have to leave the country tonight!
Bet’s Dad: Damn you! No other place? And why only two tickets?
Joker: Couldn’t help it — only two seats left. Besides, if I got three, everyone would know you’re fleeing. You two go, time’s running out!
The moment gets emotional. Wayne-Allah hugs little Bet Brother.
Bet’s Dad: My son! We have to leave. I promise one day we’ll come back for you…
The memory fades.
Back in the car, Bet Brother wipes his tears, fires up his rage, slams a hidden button — the speedometer shoots to 300!
Back to the thieves:
Thief 1: He’s catching up! Damn your lousy driving!
Thief 2: What do you want me to do?!
In that instant, Bet Brother’s black car whooshes past them like lightning (we don’t see the car itself).
Thief 2: Huh? He’s gone! Why’d you panic?
Thief 1: This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. In the movies, it’s different!
Thief 2: Idiot, that’s Christopher Nolan’s stuff. Ours is written by Hatamikia!
Cut to inside the car:
Katy: There they are! I still see dangerous criminals committing crimes!
Bet Brother: I’ll take care of them… Evil-doers playing with water, huh?
Cut to a park:
A group of boys and girls are splashing water, laughing. Suddenly, the Betmobile — a sleek black monster car (front like a BMW, back attached to a morality police van) — screeches into frame. Everyone runs.
The roof pops open — Bet Brother and Katy fly out dramatically, straight toward the young people!
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