"Wait it's coming back," he said looking toward the rustling bushes. The man leaps up and grabs your elbow, "Quick come with me!"
You both run along the path, then suddenly he jags to the left. He reaches and pulls you after him through a thicket of bushes. In a few moments you're looking at a brickwall. He pulls on one of the bricks and a secret door swings open.
"Quick inside! It's coming."
You hear heavy breathing and the squeak of latex moving rapidly. You do what you're told. The thicket bursts open as the rubbery wolfman emerges from the bushes. The door swings shut. You hear the sound of rubber fists beating on the brick door.
The man next to you sighs in relief, and reaches over to push a button. It seems you're in a freight elevator.
"Just like Batgirl's secret entrance," he adds with a smirk.
You stare blankly.
"You know Yvonne Craig? Batgirl? She had rigged her apartment with a freight elevator from her boudoir to the alley behind her apartment building, and she'd concealed the entrance with bricks..."
"Oh, that campy Batman show from the 50's?"
"Sixties," the man corrects testily as the elevator rises.
The elevator opens, but not to a boudoir. You're on a catwalk overlooking a huge factory. The smell of molten rubber fills the air. There are silent conveyor belts. Odd looking machines hang from the ceiling and cover the main floor. Around the perimeter of the factory floor is the storage area for the newly created costumes. The walls are lined with racks of oddly shaped garments.
"Well, we should be safe for a while," the man says mopping his brow with a handerchief, "Thank you again for helping me."
He notices a splotch of latex on his wrist and begins to frantically scrub at it with his washcloth.
A siren sounds, and a bell rings frantically. Redlights flash.
"Oh, no, it's too soon. He's broken in already," the man says dropping his handkerchief, and staring at you in terror, "The monster's in the factory. There's no hope now."
There is another different sound - it's a steam whistle blowing.
"NO!" screams the man grabbing you in terror.
The roar of machinery fills the air. Steam and rubbery smells fill the air too.
"It's started the factory up," he stammers frantically, "It's totally automated, and do you know how many tons of that biomorphic latex there are in this place!"
He screams and runs off.
"Wait!" you shout, "What the hell are you talking--." You had started to pursue but what with the flashing lights and dimly lit catwalk, you have managed to trip over a pile of heavy cables.
By the time you get up...