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NARRATOR". In Gotham City, when the
social set goes diamond shopping...

there is only one place to go.

And that place is Harry Hummert's.

A veritable treasure house among the
jewelers catering to the Gotham City elite.

Oh, what an exquisite clock, Harry.

I didn't see this when
I was here last week.

Oh, actually Mrs. Frontenac,
I only acquired it yesterday.

It's a shop piece, not for sale.

- Oh.
- You wanted to see something...

in a set of diamond clips, didn't you?
- Oh, yes.

Yes, I'd love that.

Perhaps one of these would please you,
Mrs. Frontenac.

Hmm.

Hummert would be astonished...

if he knew that the lens
of a transistorized TV camera unit...

is hidden in that antique clock.
- Oh.

Control calling Second Hand.

Number 3 to Control. Reading you.

The time is at hand.

Get ready to strike in 10 seconds.

We're wound up and ready, Control.

Stand by, Second Hand.

That's odd.

Shouldn't be striking the hour now.

There must be something wrong
with the mechanism.

Such adorable cherubs.

Hummert's? Robbed? Broad daylight?

Commissioner, did you hear the news?

Yes, Chief O'Hara.

And ominous news, I'd say.

The knockout gas the criminals used
came from an antique clock.

Then it's himself, that conniving crook
who uses time for crime, the Clock King.

I fear we're in over our
heads, Chief O'Hara.

I'll contact the Caped Crusaders at once.

One moment, commissioner.

I shall expedite his presence.

I don't pay enough attention
to the two of you.

Oh, you do. You do.

Just run along and enjoy yourself,
Aunt Harriet. We'll be fine.

Ha, ha. Hmm.

- Check.
- Oh!

- The Batphone, sir.
- Hmm?

- The Batphone.
- Oh.

That was perfect timing.

I quite agree. From what you say
about the robbery at Hummert's...

it clearly indicates the modus operandi
of Clock King.

Clock King?

Apparently, Dick. But this time,
we'll bypass police headquarters.

What?

When one is dealing with a villain
like Clock King, one must use time wisely.

We'll go directly to Hummert's gem shop
and try to pick up the lead from there.

To the Batpoles.

Excellent.

Every move right on schedule.

Just look at all these goodies.

You're marvelous, Clock King.

That, my dear, is because I plan
every move like a timetable.

As my archenemies,
Batman and Robin, will soon find out...

to their detriment.

Thinking. Every minute, every second.
Thinking.

Men.

You've done well. I'm proud of you.

Thanks, Your Highness.

Ah. I see it is almost the hour.

Zero minus seven, six, five...

Here it comes again.

Three, two, one, zero.

Lovely. Lovely.

What an exquisite,
exciting rhapsody of sound.

Millie, back to your dusting.

Second Hands...

we have work to do.

That's all I know about it, Batman.

I bought the clock at the Parkhurst
Galleries. I go there nearly every week.

Every Wednesday, as a matter of fact.
Benson Parkhurst is an old friend of mine.

Obviously, Clock King learned
that it was Mr. Hummert's habit...

to go to that particular
auction gallery.

And he had the clock put up for sale
knowing he'd be sure to bid on it.

Thank you, Mr. Hummert.

Come, Robin.
Let's pay a visit to the Parkhurst Gallery.

Men.

And Millie.

According to my crime table...

our next target will be
the Parkhurst Art Gallery.

Gee.

After which, we will strike at the home of one
of Gotham City's wealthiest young socialites.

No kidding, Your Highness.
A triple hit in a day?

Another of my clever little clocks
was bought by a dear old lady...

who lives in the home of a millionaire.

Then, after that pair of jobs...

I have a real coup in store.

In fact, it may well be the biggest
clock crime of my distinguished career.

Biggest, Clock King?

Your Highness, please don't hate me
for mentioning them...

but what about Batman and Robin?

Batman and Robin.

The nights I've lain awake, scheming,
plotting my revenge...

against those flat-foot prints
in the sands of time.

Those shadows
on the sundial of true criminal genius.

However, if Batman and the Boy Blunder,
ha, ha...

"Blunder."

If they should attempt to cross my plans...

they'll find they're just in time
to count their final seconds.

And when they do, I'll strike hard.

I'd be glad to help you in anyway, Batman.

Things are little hectic here today.

We're getting ready upstairs
for our first Pop Art show.

We'll try not to detain you, Mr. Parkhurst.
Do you recall the man...

who brought the clock here to be
auctioned? The one Mr. Hummert bought.

I'll have to consult the auction book
for that day.

Now, let me see.

Oh, yes. Here it is.

Now I remember him.

He was a heavyset man with a small beard...

and, urn, his name was Mr. Chronos.

Chronos?

- The Greek word for "time."
- Correct, Robin.

Thanks to your diligence
in foreign languages...

we can now safely assume
that the mysterious Mr. Chronos...

is actually Clock King in disguise.

Amazing.

The way you two figured that out.

I could have never done it.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Parkhurst.

You haven't been trained in deduction
as we have.

Come, Robin, we must be going.

We must find something
that will give us a clue...

as to where our evil enemy,
Clock King, will strike next.

I think I have an idea
where we might find that lead.

- Where, Batman?
- Dunbar's Drive-In.

Good afternoon, Gotham City viewers.

This is your roving TV reporter,
Fred Forbes...

welcoming you to the What's New in Art?
Segment of our Gotham City report.

Coming to you today
from the famous Parkhurst Galleries.

For years, the Parkhurst Galleries
have been known...

for their exhibitions and auctions
of art that have stood the test of time.

But now, Mr. Benson Parkhurst, the owner of
the galleries, has bowed to the inevitable...

and the galleries are having
their first exhibit...

of Pop Art.

And it seems to be a hit.

- Out of the way. Make way, please.
- Something that's not on the program.

- This way. Careful. Gently, gently.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What is going on here?

What's going on here, my dear sir...

is certainly not an exhibition
of true Pop Art.

This way. Out. Forward.

Ah.

Inferior.

All definitely inferior.

- And just who are you, sir?
- Heh.

I am Progress Pigment,
the king of Pop Art...

and apostle of its culture.

A little more to the left, boys.

Now, I will let you have the honor
of viewing my latest masterpiece.

Off.

I call it Time Out Of Joint.

- What...?
- What is this?

This is certainly an incredible machine.

- It is really a work of art.
- Get this junk out of here.

Junk? Do you realize what this is?

You are looking
at the symbolization of time.

Time, the ever-moving balance wheel
of the universe.

Observe.

Everything will be all right.
Please, don't go.

Yeah, wait. It'll be all right.

Hey, it's the Batmobile.

- Just look.
- I am looking.

And isn't Robin too much?

At the risk of sounding naive, Batman...

how do you expect to find a lead
to Clock King in this drive-in?

At one point, in his
sordid criminal career...

he had a feminine accomplice
named Thelma Timepiece.

Oh, of course.

Welcome to Dunbar's, Batman and Robin.
What will it be today?

We're looking for someone who might
be working here. Thelma Timepiece.

Oh, yes. Thelma.

Sorry, Batman. You can't win them all.
She quit last week.

I think she went back to her hometown
in the Midwest.

But I'd be glad to take your order.

I am a little hungry.

Of course, Robin.
Even crime-fighters must eat.

And especially you. You're a growing boy
and you need your nutrition.

Hamburgers. Medium rare.

May I recommend, Batburgers?

Batburgers?

- "Trouble stealing your appetite?"
- "Arrest it with our new Batburger."

I'm honored by this tribute, miss.

Two Batburgers, medium rare...

and two glasses of orangeade.

Uh, doubles.

Turn on the Bat-scope, Robin. Let's see
what's on the Gotham City TV news report.

FORBES". There it is, folks. An uninvited
entry here at the Parkhurst Galleries.

As you can see, the artist Progress Pigment
has his contraption working.

And the only word to describe it is "wild."

Time Out Of Joint.

Time Out Of Joint?

- Time? Do you suppose...?
- If only we could only get a closer look at him.

FORBES". We're going to bring
Progress Pigment in for a closer look.

I want all you folks to see
a most unusual artist.

Progress Pigment?

The beret, the beard, dark glasses.

There is a way we could make sure.
The Bat-photoscope.

Sure. It'll activate the microfilm
crime file in the Batcave...

and transmit a normal photograph
of the Clock King to us here.

Yes.

Ah.

How does it look, Robin?

Holy masquerade. It's Clock King.

- Miss? Would you take our baskets, please?
- Oh, sure.

Men, the hour is at hand.

- It worked.
- Naturally.

Few people can stand the vibrations
of supersonic sound.

Now let's get what we came after.

That fool, Parkhurst.

The sound of this mechanical sculpture
covered up the buzz of the saber saw...

as it was cutting
through his stronghold.

And right in front of his eyes.

Ah.

Here it is.

My favorite clock masterpiece.

And now it's mine, all mine.

Come, my good Second Hands.

Careful with it. Careful.

Careful.

Ah.

Right on schedule.

We've completed another foolproof crime.

Let's go.

You can only fool some of the people
some of the time, Clock King.

Batman and Robin. At them, men.

I'll give a personal bonus
to the first man who knocks out Batman.

Four against two.

I would say that the odds are in our favor,
Robin.

Come on. Fight, fight. Go.

Wait.
This valuable painting might be damaged.

Isn't it beautiful?

Please, let me put it down
so it won't be hurt.

Agreed?

Agreed.

I seem to have hurt my wrist a little bit.

Just give me a moment.

Anytime you're ready, Clock King.

Just give me a minute. A minute...

to touch my counterattack activator.

Holy mainspring. I can't move.

Perhaps I should've titled my creation:

Caught in the Coils of Time.

The cops.

That'll be Chief O'Hara. I contacted him
with the mobile Batphone on the way here.

I'll have you free in a jiffy, Robin.

Batman.

Dynamic Duo, are you all right?

Yes, Chief O'Hara.
Only our pride has been hurt.

Clock King and his cohorts escaped.

Robin. Look.

Clock King dropped one of his watches.

He must have accidentally dropped it
when he massaged his hurt wrist.

And it's not the seal type, either.

Quickly, Robin, to the Batcave.

I want to examine this watch carefully.

According to the Bat-chemical Analyzer...

the dust in Clock King's watch...

contains aluminum oxide.

- Is that important?
- Indeed it is, Robin.

Aluminum oxide is used
in the manufacture of synthetic gems.

I still don't get it.
How does that connect to Clock King?

It's obvious, Robin.

Synthetic gems are widely used
in jeweled watch movements.

- Holy sundials. Then you mean...
- Exactly, Robin.

Clock King's hideout is...

Is a place where they make
synthetic jewels for watches.

We'll just feed the necessary data
into the Batcomputer.

Well, this has to be it, Robin.

"Tick Tock Synthetic Rubies incorporated."

According to this card, that firm
went out of business four months ago.

A wise idea to make a surprise entrance
through the rear of the building.

Wiser yet, old chum, if we make it
up the outside of the building.

This should be good practice if something
ever takes us to Mount Everest, Batman.

I think we'll be confining our campaign
against evil to Gotham City...

for some time to come, old churn.

It needs us.

Hey, Batman and Robin.

- What are you guys doing?
- Just routine crime-fighting.

Would you like to come in?
I'm rehearsing.

Thank you, citizen, but our pursuit
of justice allows us few diversions.

- Be seeing you.
- Bye, Robin.

Hey, you guys come and catch
my act sometime. I dig yours.

All right, fellas, one more time.

From a whip-or-will

Ha, ha. Welcome.

I've anticipated your visit.

That's why I coated that section of
the floor with super slick watch oil.

Second Hands.

Batman...

we're inside a giant hourglass.

You grinning devils.

Looking for your utility belts?
They're over here.

Naturally, I removed them
to prevent your escape.

Batman. Sand.

It's starting to pour down.

Your Highness, your alarm is ringing.

I'm well aware of it.

Well, Dynamic Duo, we'll
have to leave now...

if we're to keep to
our timetable of crime.

We certainly don't want to disappoint
Mr. Smith, do we?

After all, he's going to be
of invaluable help to us...

at exactly 5:00 this afternoon.

Some people kill time.

But this time, time is going to kill you.