This episode is named after a pet store.

Hey, 2016? You need to leave us a few music legends. You can’t take them all in the same year. I cannot abide a world where both David Bowie and Prince die within months of each other.
I remember being 11 or 12 and obsessively watching MTV in hopes of seeing the video for “7.” I remember laughing at “Batdance.” “1999” was ubiquitous the closer we got to December 31, 1999. I can’t tell you how many times I danced to “When Doves Cry” at goth clubs across the Denver Metro area. But some of my favorite songs are off the Diamonds and Pearls album. Songs like “Thunder,” “Daddy Pop,” and, of course, “Gett Off.”
Some people are just special. Special, uber talented, and operating on a level most of us cannot see let alone fathom. Prince was one of these people. RIP, Prince. The world is a little less purple now.
Apologies for the tardiness of this review. I was out of town for the week and didn’t get a chance to do any reviewing. I fell asleep watching Forensic Files at least three times, though. Those were some fun dreams.

The titles of these episodes have ceased to mean anything. They could call an episode “Moneyball Squares” and it would be just as effective as “Mad Grey Dawn.” (Yes, I know it’s the name of the painting Riddler steals. It still doesn’t mean anything.)
Instead of my typical rage gif, please enjoy the song that has been stuck in my head for the past week:
Guys. GUYS. This episode was the most insane, bonkers, off-the-wall, batshit crazy episode that this show has ever produced. I’m not exaggerating when I say this. I spent the majority of this episode yelling “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW???” at my TV. This episode was so nuts that it outdid all the other crazy ass moments that have come before. Moments such as:
Gotham:

Last Gotham review of the year. I’m keeping this one short because, I mean…GOTHAM. Do I have to say anything else?

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