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In the last bat episode, we saw
a grand opening.

With a big come-on.
Then pandemonium.

The tell-tale umbrella.

The mark of that
old devil Penguin.

The bat call was made.

Batman leapt into the fray..

Against the Penguin..

And his fine feathered finks.

What was their plot?

A bank job?

No, another red herring.

And then..

A monster umbrella..

With a clue attached.

Baffling to the dynamic duo.

They decided to bug
the tricky bird.

The bug was planted.

And the Penguin was bugged.

Batman was trapped.

And ready for the barbeque.

It was getting very warm.

But wait... the worst
is yet to come.

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Something's fishy, Alfred.

No signal from the super-power
radio transmitter

built into that spider?

Not even a carrier wave.

It might be due to sunspots,
Master Robin.

I believe they can inhibit even
the most powerful radio waves.

Does seem rum, however.

I do hope Mr. Bruce
hasn't fallen into some..

Hot spot.

Drat! That heat
is waking him up.

He won't throw no good.
We hooked that net real tight.

Yeah, it's like steel.

It's like a real
golden eagle net.

Who is that guy, anyway?

That's what I'd like to know.

I've seen him someplace before.

Has he flipped?

That guy needs
a cigarette lighter

like a moose needs a hat rack.

You fool! That's the kind
I use myself.

It's filled with
a lifetime supply of butane gas

compressed inside.

If he managed to toss
that into the furnace..

Don't worry, boss,
we'll get him.

Wait a minute.

- Let him go.
- What?

He'll go running
to the cops, Penguin.

How can he, you birdbrains?

He's a crook himself.
Remember?

- He was trying to bug my shop.
- Say, yeah, that's right.

The main thing is he won't
come nosing around here anymore.

Besides I need both of you here,
my fine feathered finks.

The time is almost nigh.

At the signal, the time
will be precisely 5:20.

Forty minutes to go.

At precisely 6 o'clock
the built-in timer

will send the bat-brella
into action.

'Exactly two minutes to 6.'

'I'll give Bruce
two minutes more'

then I'll call the commissioner.

Very wise, Master Robin.

Doubtless the police
will inaugurate

a most effective search.

Hot diggity!

Here he comes now!

- What happened, Batman?
- Penguin almost outfoxed me.

Good heavens, sir

you look as if you've been

in some sort of nasty snare.

Oh, it was nothing, Alfred.

You might go up
and tend to my clothes, though.

They're in rather rocky shape.

Very good, sir.

The point is our scheme to bug
the Penguin's lair won't work.

We'll have to solve the mystery
of the bat-brella ourselves.

Right! Let's muster
all of our brain power.

The stroke of 6.

Let's see how
my gimmick is working.

'Gosh, Batman,
this is sure a tough one.'

Jumping Jiminy's!
It's the Boy Wonder.

It's my most dazzling stroke.

A secret radio transmitter

built into the handle
of the bat-brella.

'I wonder if these colors
mean anything?'

Colors are certainly striking.

Could it be the Penguin's way
of taunting us with a clue

to where he's going to strike?

Hey, you've got something.

This green could
stand for money. Or emeralds.

Or is it all the colors
taken together?

You mean,
like a collection of gems?

The jeweled meteorite
on display at the museum.

Wow!

'Studded with emeralds,
and diamonds, and rubies.'

'The Penguin's
favorite bird seed.'

Could he get at it, though?

We'll check the plans
of the museum.

What did I predict!

Batman has picked our crime,
next he'll tell us how to do it.

You're a real genius.

Shh-h-h.

Gotham City Museum.

Third floor plan.

- Impossible.
- Burglar proof.

Not even the Penguin could get
through those security devices.

Scratch the jeweled meteorite.

Back to the bat-brella.

Curses! That sounded
like a sweet caper.

Fear not, dear finks,
I know Batman's fertile mind.

He'll come up with another.

I still think the clue
must be in the colors.

They're so pretty.
It's like a beautiful dawn.

- Beautiful dawn.
- Huh?

Dawn Robbins,
the beautiful movie star.

She's on location
here in Gotham City.

Holy popcorn! Could he be
planning to kidnap her?

Dawn Robbins in a picture
called "The Mockingbird"

produced by Ward Eagle.

And she's staying in the
penthouse at the Pelican Arms.

Birds in every bush.

A penguin ploy,
if I've ever heard one.

It'd cost Eagle countless
thousands a day if she's gone.

'Quick, let's figure out how
the Penguin plans to pull it.'

Hawkeye, get out your notebook.

Pelican Arms Hotel.
Upper stories, general view.

- 'Look, it's a perfect setup.'
- 'How, Batman?'

The penguin operates from
this roof across the street.

He shoots a line
to Dawn's penthouse terrace..

'...then slides down the line
on one of his tricky umbrellas.'

'Gosh, yes! He's got all
that equipment readymade'

'in his criminals' storeroom.'

'It's a fiendish,
well-laid scheme.'

- 'Only we're onto it.'
- 'Right.'

'What'll we do?
Tip off Commissioner Gordon?'

'No, not on your life.'

The Penguin and I
have a score to settle.

We'll put the salt
on his tail ourselves.

To the Pelican Arms,
my fine feathered finks.

We're gonna hatch the Batman

a certain surprise.

'Charming, Ms. Robbins.
Delightful.'

'Just the thing
for Funboy magazine.'

Now if you could just
curl up a trifle more, hmm?

Oh.

What a drag it is being
a famous movie star and so rich.

Why doesn't anything exciting
ever happen to me?

Ah, well, one never knows

what lurks around life's corner,
Ms. Robbins.

Here we are, right under
Dawn Robbins penthouse terrace.

'Gosh, Batman, it's high.'

'Pretty tough throw
for the bat-a-ring, huh?'

Good point.
Better use the bat-zooka.

Aha.

It's just like
Batman's blueprint.

'There's Robbin's nest
across the way.'

Let's get to work.

Ready with the bat-zooka.

What was that?

Sounded like a bat-zooka.

The dynamic duo.

They just fired
the famous bat-rope.

Bull's eye.

The hook caught the railing
of the terrace.

Yeah, the game's going
exactly as I planned.

Let's get to work.

Thanks, Wilbur.
Get those prints to Mr. Eagle.

He'll be expecting them.

I going up.
The air, it's stuffy in here.

Wait, I'll get you a wrap.

If you catch a cold, it'll cost
Mr. Eagle countless thousands.

Oh.

What a boring
humdrum life this is.

I'm not even a person,
I'm merely a commodity.

Like soap. It's like..

Eek!

Oh, help.

There's guys from outer space.

Don't be alarmed, Ms. Robbins.
We're not law breakers.

'We're here
to protect you, ma'am.'

Great Scott.

The Caped Crusader
and the Boy Wonder.

Who?

Being a stranger to Gotham City

of course, you wouldn't know.

Batman and Robin.
Ace crime fighters.

Oh, gee-whiz.
Batman, you're kinda cute.

Could you use some publicity?

I'm sorry, Ms. Robbins.

Forget it.

Batman never lends himself
to commercial enterprises.

We're here to foil
a daring crime.

A plot to kidnap Dawn Robbins.

- What?
- Me?

- Her?
- 'No time to explain.'

Now just do as I say. Listen.

Uh-huh.

- All set, you birds?
- All set, Penguin.

Alright, let's show
that my Penguin line

is a match for that bat-rope.

Catapult..

Shoot.

Perfect, let's go.

Who says penguins can't fly?

Give me that. Yes.

Plug in the Penguin magnet

and wait till
I give you the signal.

Surrender, you foul bird.

It's back to the pen
for you, Penguin.

Well..

So this is the end of my
fiendish, well-laid plan, is it?

Oh, holy loadstone.

What's happening?

We're in the grip of...

My Penguin magnet.

It's irresistibly drawing
the metal objects

in your utility belt.

Oh, he's right, Batman.

It's stronger than we are.

Well, look at both of you.

The dynamic duo.

Their faces completely
covered with Penguin ink.

Start the winch.

What'll we do now, Batman?

If we could just
get our utility belts off.

Holy flypaper, what a fix.

Victory for the tricky birds?

The dynamic duo's darkest hour.

Dawn... gone.

One dawn gone..

But then another comes.

So this was the clue
which allowed you

to anticipate
the Penguin's crime, huh?

- A fat lot of good it did.
- Enough, Mr. Jay.

Who could possibly have foreseen
the Penguins appointment

of a gigantic magnet?

He's right, commissioner.
We failed.

And how?

If that waiter hadn't
come in at midnight

we might still be stuck there.

'I say pay the ransom.'

'I say nothing matter's
but Dawn's safety.'

'And Mr. Eagle's
shooting schedule.'

'I agree with Mr. Jay.'

'We're the first private plane.
Do you have the money?'

'Right here,
in this suitcase, Batman.'

'Two hundred thousand dollars'

'in unmarked bills
of small denominations.'

'Chief O'Hara,
give us a summary'

of the Penguin's ransom
instructions once again.

Well, it's a trade, sir.

You see,
the dough for Ms. Robbins.

'He'll pick the suitcase and
leave the girl in its place.'

'Unharmed, says he.'

But for the effect
of a mild anesthetic.

Mm-hmm. When and where?

A neutral spot.

He suggests the front hall
of Wayne Manor.

As Commissioner Douglas knows

that's the beautiful home
of Bruce Wayne the millionaire.

Mr. Wayne and I are close.
I've dined there often.

The time is to be 10
this morning.

If we agree, we're to
fly a red gas balloon

'from the statue
of George Washington'

'in Gotham Square.'

What do you think, Batman?

We have no choice.

- I buy it.
- Yes, yes, gladly.

Alright, Chief,
you arrange for the balloon.

I'll call Bruce
and speak to him.

Begging your pardon, sir

but I've taken the liberty
of doing that myself already.

Uh, what did Mr. Wayne say?

It was the butler I spoke with.

Mr. Wayne and his ward
are away fishing.

Good.

Let's deliver the ransom
money ourselves, Batman.

Right, Robin.

We'll do even better.

I seem to remember a picture
in the Gotham City Times.

Some society affair.

Inside the front hall
of Wayne Manor

'aren't there two suits
of ancient armor?'

- 'Yes, of course.'
- 'I get it.'

'We'll hide inside the armor.'

'Soon as the girl is safe,
we pounce.'

Right again, Robin.

The last trick
of this tricky hand is ours.

Will the Penguin and his finks
have the last laugh?

Yes, sir, what can I...

Sleep tight, my little ones.

By the time you awake

in 18 hours

I'll be safe
in my hideaway in Alaska.

Who was that
at the door, Alfred?

If it's the cleaning man..

Oh!

Alfred.

Oh!

Close the door.

We'll divide the loot

and we'll fly our separate ways.

Wrong, Penguin.

You'll all fly together.

Up the river, you birds
of a filthy feather.

You betrayed yourself
at the penthouse.

'You used the very same words
I'd spoken in the bat-cave.'

We found out about your
secret radio transmitter.

We acted out a charade
to trap you.

B-b-but the gas..

I put you to sleep in the armor.

I saw it.

- A trap.
- Dummies in that armor.

We were here all the time.

Alright, boys, our umbrellas.

Saints alive.

No, Chief O'Hara,
not "Saints alive"

four birds bagged.

Tell Warden Crichton,
they keep better on ice.

Oh, come on, Aunt Harriet.

Just one more
hors d'oeuvres, huh?

After all that shrimp salads

no, indeed, Dick Grayson.

I'm not going to see you
have nightmares.

It's bad enough
that our peaceful home

was involved in
a wicked crime last week.

My, oh, my,
if you'd seen what I saw.

You see Dick and I
were off fishing.

You really know as much
about it as I do.

You've read it in the papers.

Perhaps you'd like to
wander over there

and ask Commissioner Gordon.

The origin of the Batcostume,
ladies and gentleman, is simple.

As Batman realized when
he set out on his crusade

nothing so strikes terror
into the criminal mind

as the shape and shadow
of a huge bat.

Ah, Ms. Robbins.
Mr. Jay.

I'm so delighted you could come.

Our host, Ms. Robbins.

Mr. Bruce Wayne.

Head of the famous philanthropic
Wayne foundation.

You don't say.

Gosh, what's the matter
with that gorgeous girl?

Her manner did seem
a trifle odd.

The lingering effects of
that criminals gas, perhaps?

No, Mr. Wayne.

It's more tragic than that.
Much more tragic.

'She only glimpsed him
for a moment.'

'And she's hopelessly
in love with him.'

Her unknown savior... Batman.

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