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♪ Batman ♪♪

A beautiful Wednesday
afternoon in Gotham city.

Matinee day at this theatre.

In a moment, the play goers
will be coming out

for a refreshing orange drink.

But watch closely.

There may be a drama
that's not on the program.

So, what's superior to this sort
of thing, one usually sees?

Oh, yes, infinitely.

And the leading man,
my dear, Mrs. Van Climber.

His tremendous power.

Absolutely inspired,
my dear Penguin.

It's a penetrating documentary
in our time.

It's a mirror of a cliched minds

of our sadly weakened
moral fiber.

Wouldn't you say so?

Oh!

Hands up everybody
and you won't get hurt.

I ain't kidding.

Do as he says, Penguin.

He's a desperate man.

Ah.

You.

'Unhook that ruby pendant.'

Throw it here.

- Outrageous monster.
- Shh. He'll hear you.

Back away everybody! Back away!

You, knave thief, surrender!

Wise guy, huh?

Take this.

Jumpin' jeepers!

A bulletproof umbrella!

Ah!

Ms. Starr.

- Uh.
- May I?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Oh! How can I ever,
ever thank you?

Yeah.

Oh! What?

The Penguin prevented a crime?

That waddling
pompous master of foul play?

It's true, commissioner.

And who do you think,
the necklace belongs to?

Ms. Sophia Starr.

Sophia Starr?

Beauteous queen
of Gotham City society?

That's her. They left the
theatre hand in hand.

Ominous, most ominous.

What do you think it means,
commissioner?

Since it involves The Penguin,
there is only one man

who can answer that question.

And answer it in time.

The Caped Crusader.

Alright, commissioner,
I'll fetch him for you.

And in Wayne Manor, where young
Dick Grayson

practices his putting under the
watchful eye of his guardian

millionaire Bruce Wayne and his
doting Aunt Harriet.

Ow! Missed that one.

Precision, Dick.
Precision.

The key to... success
in life and as well in sports.

And excuse me, sir, but there's
a telephone call for you.

A certain Mr. Rime.

- Rime?
- Yes, sir.

Mr. K Rime,
if you understand me.

Of course.

Mr. K Rime with the red hot line
of investments

for the Wayne foundation.

Precisely, sir.

Dick, it's about time you
started learning something

'about the elements
of investment.'

We may be a while, Aunt Harriet.

Mr. K Rime might want us to
visit him at the stock exchange.

So long, Aunt Harriet,
See you later.

Mercy me.

What an unfortunate name for an
investment councilor.

K Rime.

Sounds like crime!

Isn't that funny, Alfred?

I'd be very careful
about him if I were Bruce.

Indeed, madam.

Yes, commissioner.

A strange and troubling
turn of events, Batman.

You have a competitor
in crime fighting.

The Penguin!

We're on our way.

The Penguin.

Holy nick of time.

Lucky for us we just finished
installing the bulletproof

windshield in the Batmobile.

Not so lucky for The Penguin.

To the Bat-poles.

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Thanks, commissioner.

We got the picture.

I'll call you back
if Batman has any ideas.

What do you think, Batman?

Has The Penguin
really gone straight?

It's a tough one.

When that bird turn snow white

it could be merely
a tricky white wash job.

Right. But still, we've got
to think of his records

since he last left prison.

Clean as a whistle, it seems.

Accepted in the best circles.

Not even a ticket
for jaywalking.

Could it be that,
he is reformed?

Or only pretending to reform.

Stalking his next victim under
the false colors

of a crime fighter.

How the heck do we find out?

- I have an idea.
- What, Batman?

Say that caper at the theatre
was a Penguin's employee.

And that crook he caught must've
been an accomplice, right?

On the nose.

Call the commissioner.

Have him give that crook
a grilling.

We'll be there
in time for the kill.

Alright, I'll ask
you one more time.

How long have you
known The Penguin?

- Who?
- Quit lying, you cheap hoodlum.

He paid you to pull that job.

Told you to keep
your mouth shut.

Promised to cut you
on the big job later.

You guys must read too many
comic books or something.

Hold it, Chief O'Hara,
no rough stuff.

It's our duty to
abide by the rules.

Now, this lying is useless.

Besides.

We have evidence.

- Evidence?
- The bulletproof umbrella.

Why would The Penguin have
carried a bulletproof umbrella

to a matinee unless he expected
a machine gun attack.

Who knows? Ask him.

A hard baked cookie, this one.

Covered with armor plate icing

Let's give him a turn, shall we?

'Hey.'

'What's the matter, sonny?
Scared of the dark?'

Ah!

Help, there's bats
loose in here.

Holy knock-out drops.

The miserable weakling,
faded, dead away.

Looks like, you over-did it,
Batman.

Only one thing to do now.

Find Penguin himself.

Put the blocks to him.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, lieutenant.

We have a report from the tail
we put on The Penguin.

He just entered the Gotham City
Millionaire's club.

Holy Jackpot.

That bird of prey,
loose among the golden geese.

There's only one
way to find out.

Call the parking lot.
Have 'em clear

all the exits for the Batmobile.

Meanwhile, in the steam room
of the super exclusive

Gotham Millionaire's club.

A strange disquieting scene.

Leave that man alone
you criminals.

- Take him out of here.
- Look out. Watch out!

- Quick.
- More steam.

Roger.

'That's got it.'

A snatch in the fog, eh?

Alas, you sad,
dim-witted ruffian!

- The smoke screen.
- It's gone.

Jesus.

Oh, thank you, sir.

They tried to kidnap me.

It's alright, Reggie, my boy.

You are safe now.

You're with The Penguin.

Put up your flippers, Penguin.

We caught you with
your feathers down.

Kidnapping.

One false move
and you get the batarang.

Hello, my esteemed colleagues
in crime fighting.

The droll deceivers,
the dynamic duo.

Batman, listen.
You've got it all wrong.

The Penguin saved me
from being kidnapped.

Saved you?

I swear to you, old boy.

Some villains were
trying to abduct me

under the cover
of a steam screen.

And heaven knows how he did it.

This delightful bird-like chaps
suddenly dispelled the steam

and the criminals
took to their heels.

Elementary, my dear, Reggie.

My ubiquitous umbrella
was fortunately loaded

with colored dry ice.

When I discharged the jet, the
vapor was instantly condensed.

Something fishy here.

There's sure is.

He must have known about
the supposed kidnapping.

Otherwise, why would he be
carrying an umbrella

loaded with dry ice?

The reason
is the season, Batman.

What?

This prematurely hot weather
annoys me.

Being a Penguin is kind of
a bird, I hate hot weather.

So what could be more natural

than I should carry an umbrella
loaded with dry ice?

Oh, yeah.

If you hate the heat so much,
what you doing in a steam room?

I ask you, is that
an ethical question?

Between crime fighters,
competitors, you might say.

You pompous, taunting creature!

Well, I'm sorry I must fly.
I'm very busy.

I have little rendezvous
with Sophia Starr.

We have some arrangements
to make.

- Arrangements?
- For her jewels.

I'm taking over
their protection.

I'm gonna give you my card.

Adieu.

Come on, my dear boy.

Well, you saved my life, if
there's anything I can do..

Penguin Protective
Agency Incorporated.

Holy leopard!

What a change of spots.

The Penguin.

In business as a private eye.

Hiring him
to guard jewels is like..

Trusting a lethal
lettuce to a rabbit.

Let's race back
and give Ms. Starr a warning.

Nuisance.

She's smitten with him.

She'd scoff at us.

So what do we do?

We can't protect her.

We can save her jewels
at the same time set a trap.

Great. How?

We substitute fake jewels with
the real ones, Robin.

Treat it in a reactor to leave
radioactive traces of the thief.

Terrific!

There's just one problem.

'To make copies.'

I dunno what the
real ones look like.

Correct.

Has to look at them.
That would tip Penguin off.

Pickup the Bat-phone
and call Alfred.

Tell him to wait for
us in the Bat-cave.

Alfred is going to be our
secret undercover agent.

What?

Reggie Rich gave you
a check for $10,000

and you tore it up?

Indeed. And right
in front of his very eye.

You know somethin', this plan of
being a straight guy must have

unhinged Penguin's mind.

No, you, butt-brain.

What's 10,000,
when I aim at millions?

Confidence. That's is what I'm
stealing from these dupes.

Confidence
and pride in The Penguin.

And they'll end up
handing me their treasure

on a silver plate.

- Yeah, but I wonder..
- You wonder, what?

Don't get mad at me Penguin
but..

I wonder what Batman and Robin's
gonna say about that.

Piddling pair will be punctured!
Now and forever.

Then, no offence, Penguin,

but we heard you
sing that song before.

We always end up singing
the anvil chorus in the pen.

Not this time, you see. I have
planted a seed in their mind.

I've planted the erroneous idea

that I'm going to steal
the jewels of Sophia Starr.

You mean, you ain't?

No! I'm not.

I delight in the devious,
I obviate the obvious.

They're misreading
my intentions.

They're going to lay
a trap for me.

A trap which when it springs..

♪ And Batman and Robin will
never come back ♪

♪ Batman and Robin will
never..♪♪

Well, farewell,
my fine fostered fates.

Your mind has tore.

I'm going to see our shining
star, Sophia Starr.

What an counter-plot.

Here's Alfred, carrying out
a vital but risky chore.

In the guise of a man from
Floyds Insurance Limited.

Excellent!

I think that just about does it,
Ms. Starr.

You're sure, there's nothing
else you want?

No, thank you.

That would just
complete our records.

Beg your pardon, Pengy darling.

What offends me to the quick.

An insurance company worrying
about the safety of your jewels

while they are under my
guardianship.

One can never be too secure,
can one, Mr. Penguin?

With the world these days
so full of predators.

Great Scott, Alfred. Have you
forgotten? Batman told you

to switch cigarette holders
with The Penguin.

You're meant to palm off the
trick one with a tiny super

powered transmitter inside.

Quick! Before it's too late.

Create that diversion.

Good day, Ms. Starr.

'Great heavens!'

The anti-theft system
built into my carrying case

it went off accidently.

Don't panic.
I can fix that.

'There! Neutralized.'

Buy my high powered
de-magnetizer coil.

Oh, Pengy.

'You're fantastic.'

'No trouble at all.'

'Where there's no end to your
resourcefulness.'

'Thank you, my love, thank you.'

- Oh, Pengy.
- Ha ha ha.

Oh, look, the handle of your
umbrella.

What?

'Sound! My secret radio
detector.'

Somebody has planted
an electronic bug in this room.

Huh?

Eh.

Ah.

So, you switched
cigarette holders, did ya?

Ah.

I think not.

Out with you, criminal.

Who are you working for?

It can happen to the best of us,
Mr. Penguin.

One moment everything
is going smoothly.

And the next, fate pulls
the rug out from under us.

- Ah! Pengy
- Good day, miss.

Oh, Pengy, dear.

Pengy, my poor darling.

Who cares about him?

Are you alright?

Vengeance!

Failure, sir.
Utter failure.

That's not true, Alfred.

Of course not.

Important thing was to get this
picture of Sophia's jewels.

You got it.

Sure you did.

And we already made
a complete set of fake copies.

Thanks to you, we may be able
to avert a gigantic robbery.

Robin, grab those fake jewels.

We must strike before
The Penguin does.

Let's go.

We're sure taking a chance,
Batman.

What's the matter?
Souls of your boots slippery?

Heck no!

I mean when we put the fake
jewels in Ms. Starr's safe.

Take the real one's out.
We could be nailed as crooks.

That's the chance
we have to take.

In our well ordered society

protection of private
property is essential.

Yes, you're right, Batman.

That's the keystone
of all law and order.

Let's go, chum.

The safe should
be behind that picture.

Coast seems clear.

Turn off the electric
iron looping on it.

Neutralize the alarm.

I'll listen to the tumblers.

Roger.

Perfect. Tumblers are
falling into place.

Caught you, you thieves.

One move and you're a dead duo.

Holy. Bat-trap!

Let's fight our way outta this.

Ah!

Whoa!

Ah.

They getting out the window.

Let 'em go, they won't get far.

Pengy dear, you alright?

Sophia, my dear,
you call the police.

I'll call the Gotham City Times.

Shocking! shocking!

How can a responsible
press print such an item?

But you can't blame
the papers, commissioner.

Things sure look dark for
Batman when the lights went on.

Yes, but still how could a sane
person think Batman a criminal?

How ungrateful the public is!

Yes, put him on.
It's Penguin.

Good morning, commissioner.

Have you snared that
costumed crooks yet?

They're still at large, Penguin.

Well, that's very lax
of you, commissioner.

I do hope that they
won't burst in tonight

and terrorize our party.

Your party?

Yes. Anyway, you're invited.
Might come, if you like it.

Some of my influential friends

are giving a gala benefit
for the P.P.A..

That's the
Penguin's Protective Agency.

Yes. We have taken over
the Gotham amusement pier.

Should be amusing.

You... you abominable avian!

- Yes, Commissioner.
- Gotham amusement pier tonight.

- Penguin is tossing a party.
- Interesting.

You better not be there, Batman.

If you are spotted,
I'll have to arrest you.

It's our only hope, Robin.
We'll have to catch Penguin

in something crooked that he
won't be able to press that

warrant for our arrest.

- Have an awful thought, Batman.
- What?

What if Penguin really
has gone straight?

- Right!
- What do you think, Batman?

He's with Sophia Starr
and she's wearing

those priceless diamonds.

Yeah, I have a strange feeling,
It's time for the kill.

Gee, that cement-filled umbrella
sure cooled them off.

Well done, my finks, well done.

What now, Penguin?

String them up here back
of the shooting gallery

directly behind the cut-outs.

- Right.
- Now, one small detail.

Our umbrella pop guns,
take out the pellets.

Introduce real bullets.
Ha ha ha.

You, eh, challenge us, Penguin?

I certainly do.

Knowing you gentlemen
to be of sporting blood

I know that you'll play this
exquisite of the game with me.

If you'll burst those two red
balloons on the first round.

I'll donate 1000 dollars to
your police benevolent fund.

'That's too easy, Penguin.
Much too easy'

'There must be a
catch towards somewhere.'

'No, catch whatsoever. If you
shoot those two red balloons'

you will be doing
Gotham City a gigantic favor.

Doing the city a big favor?

What the devil? Why not?

- Give us the guns, Penguin.
- Give them the umbrella gun.

Batman and Robin,
a swinging pair of dead ducks!

What on earth can save them?

Don't shoot, Commissioner!
Don't shoot!

All set, gentlemen?

We're set.

Now, on my instructions.

Ready?

Aim.

Good grief! Good night!

Double funeral tomorrow.

Same bat-time,
same bat-channel.

Can you see any way out?

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