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- Officer, officer, help me! - Officer!

- Some kook melted the ice rink. - With a flamethrower, yet.

Ice?

In July?

But who would melt down an ice rink...

and then turn right around, ice up a street, and...?

- You don't mean... - That diabolical snowman...

who can only exist in temperatures 50 degrees below zero or more.

Oh, no.

A man with a heart of ice and the cold calculating brain of a master criminal.

There's only one man in this entire city capable of defrosting Mr. Freeze.

Agreed?

I'll call him, sir.

Wow!

Sure. All you have to do is rough up the cover, get a good grip on the seams...

- get that arm way back... - Careful, the vase.

And, pow!

How far did I hit it?

- Did I hurt you? Ha, ha. - You're out.

That's the way you do it, the old Diamante fastball special. Pow.

Shades of Sandy Koufax. No wonder they call you the Great Diamante.

You must be about the best pitcher in the world.

About? He is. Just ask him.

I'd like to say it's not only been a pleasure...

but an education to have three members...

of the Gotham City Eagles here for lunch. Do I hear a second?

- Second the motion. - Third.

Hear, hear, hear, Aunt Harriett.

I hope you liked my cherry pie.

The Bat-Phone, sir.

Oh, thank you, Alfred. I didn't realize it was that late.

It seems I have an impatient date waiting, gentlemen.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Hey, mustn't keep the young lady waiting. - Or the lady's younger sister.

But is any young teenage miss worth a pitching lesson from the Great Diamante?

We were leaving anyway. Thanks for the wonderful dinner.

The meal was terrific, especially the pie.

Thank you, boys. Thank you so much. Come again, won't you?

- Yes, commissioner. - Chilling news. It's Mr. Freeze.

We're on our way.

To the Batpoles.

Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed.

Ready to move out.

Poor devil. Forced to live in an air-conditioned suit...

that keeps his body temperature down to 50 degrees below zero.

No wonder his mind is warped.

Your pity is all very well, but what is he up to?

Yes, what is the point of his shenanigans?

Icy calling cards, Chief O'Hara, to let me know he's back in Gotham City.

Of course. He wants revenge.

- I'm not so sure I blame him. - It was an accident, Batman.

You didn't mean to knock that beaker of instant freeze on him during the fight in his laboratory.

- The Boy Wonder is right. - He was the culprit, Batman.

Experimenting with those freeze solutions...

and for some criminal purpose, undoubtedly.

True, commissioner. Nevertheless, I feel it's my duty not only to catch him...

but with all the medical knowhow at our command...

to help that sorry creature back to a normal way of life.

- Noble sentiments, Batman. - Wasted on the fiendish likes of him.

Perhaps, men. We'll soon see.

But with his revenge he just may want a dividend.

- A dividend? - Money.

Maintaining a subzero environment is expensive.

Holy iceberg. We can expect a crime wave.

No, Robin. A cold wave of terror.

- How? - Where would he strike first?

That's for him to plot and us to guess.

We'll use our anti-crime computer in the Batcave.

Right. If there are any new strange occurrences, commissioner...

call us on the hotline.

To the Batmobile. Let's go.

And even as the dynamic duo speeds back to the Batcave...

a strange scene ensues inside...

Mr. Freeze's super air-conditioned mountain hideout.

Ah. Revenge. Revenge.

I will pin Batman's hide to the walls of city hall...

after I've made him the laughing stock of Gotham City.

It's... Oh!

Well, what are you waiting for? Christmas?

- You forgot to turn on my hot path. - Ah.

I forgot that you have not the same reverse metabolism as I have.

There. Nice, warm 76 degree temperature from kitchen to table.

Thank you, sir.

Nippy, have you ordered the airplane to go zoom, zoom, zoom?

- Yeah, boss. - And Chill...

how many Batmans have you hired for this afternoon?

There are five, boss.

- Moe, how many of me? - Five of you, naturally.

Five Batmans, five of me.

This is the beginning of the end of Batmans.

- Nippy, give my order to unleash the decoys. - Right, boss.

I will toy with him like cat with mouse.

I will lure him right to the scene of the crime.

First, I toy, then I destroy.

In the Batcave, far below stately Wayne Manor...

Batman and the Boy Wonder make plans for their meeting with their frosty foe.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one, zero.

Zero is maximum. Failed again.

- The anti-freeze capsule won't do the job. - Iced tea, sir?

Holy blizzard. Who needs ice tea at a time like this, Alfred?

Hot tea might be more appropriate, Alfred, under the circumstances.

I anticipated the circumstances, sir. Piping hot.

- Anticipated? - Yes, sir, from the morning newspaper.

A rather strange little column concerning melted ice rinks...

and bursting ice dispensers might lead one to suppose...

that, uh, Mr. Freeze was back in town again.

- He's back, all right. - Unfortunately.

- Seeking revenge. - Oh, dear, dear me.

How very distressing.

And this, uh, freezing chamber contraption, if I might be so bold as to inquire, sir...

would that be some sort of defense against Mr. Freeze?

Not that. This.

This new anti-freeze capsule.

Taken internally, it enables a person to withstand intense cold.

We're using the freezing chamber to test the results.

If I understand you correctly, sir, it tested down to, uh...

- Zero. - Not cold enough, sir?

To be effective against Mr. Freeze, we must withstand...

50 degrees below zero temperatures.

If we're forced to meet him on his own ground...

I'm sure we're in for a mighty chilly reception.

- Do you think it might come to that, sir? - Who knows?

All we can assume is that somewhere, somehow...

his evil scheme for revenge is in operation.

Right now.

But how can Batman be in six places at once?

- Impossible. - Oh, look at these patrol car reports.

He's been spotted uptown, downtown, east side, west side.

And every officer wants to know...

what's the trouble? What's Batman doing in my territory?

Impossible. They're impostors, of course.

We must notify Batman.

Yes, commissioner?

You asked me to report any strange occurrences, I think this one qualifies.

That's the last location where a patrol car spotted me.

You were seen there less than two minutes ago.

Wait a minute, hold on, hold...

"Batman last reported at 59th Street, now at 57th."

- That about wraps it up. - I'll be in touch.

Move me from 59th Street to 57th.

Holy schizophrenia. You're in all these places at the same time.

- You sure are spreading yourself pretty thin. - Notice the pattern.

They all seem to be moving in to the center.

Forty-fourth between 5th and 6th.

- Leaping lumbago. The Diamond Exchange. - Diamond...

But, of course. Diamonds. In the vernacular of the underworld: ice.

Let's go.

Very nice. Thank you.

And now the famous Star of Kashmir diamond, if you please.

Oh, dear me, no. Not the Star of Kashmir.

- The star, immediately. - Well, I... I, um...

It's in the safe, there.

But I don't know the combination. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Who needs combination?

Drop them. Who needs chicken feed?

Ah. Look at that.

- The most valuable diamond in the world. - Uh, second.

Nein, nein, no guns.

How many times must I tell you, no ordinary guns?

I want they should be frozen stiff.

- Mr. Perkins, Mr. Perkins, look. It's Batman. - Oh, dear.

They're like one big happy family, huh?

Hey, the real Batman.

Follow me.

It's the real me, chum.

Batman, look, Mr. Freeze.

- Holy snowball. - The turbines, they're iced.

We're frozen out.

Batman, look.

Pow! If only I could have landed one punch on the real Mr. Freeze.

Think positive, Robin.

Our computer should clue us in on where he's liable to strike next.

Jewelry shops. Why didn't I think of that?

One thing we know for sure: Mr. Freeze is out to steal all the ice in Gotham City.

On the contrary, one thing we know for sure...

is that he's not out to steal all the ice in Gotham City.

Otherwise, why would we he leave a fortune in loose diamonds...

on the floor of the Diamond Exchange?

Yeah. Yeah.

Assuming he doesn't want all the ice, perhaps he does want the best.

These cards indicate the most expensive diamonds in the world...

and where they're located. Circle the locations on the map.

"Marie Antoinette tiara, Trieste Jeweler, 52nd and Avenue of Peace.

Devil's Teardrop, Marise Leroux Export. Giaclio Circlo..."

The most valuable diamond in the world.

But that's not in Gotham City.

It's owned by the Princess Sandra of the principality of Molino.

- That's it. - That's it.

- The Giaclio Circlo. - English translation: Ice Circle.

- I'm studying Italian. - Excellent. Circle for zero...

- Zero temperature? - Owned by the Princess Sandra.

- Who's flying to Gotham City... - For the charity baseball game.

- Tomorrow afternoon. - Tonight.

- But the game's tomorrow. - But she's arriving tonight.

Meanwhile, in the royal suite of the Gotham City Hotel...

Princess Sandra, formerly Sandra Carlson from Brooklyn...

tends her social affairs unaware of an impending surprise.

Call the ambassador and tell him that I'll able to receive him on Thursday at 2 p.m...

and make sure you talk to his wife.

Freshly cut flowers for the dining room. Thank you, Gabrielle.

And I'm expecting 30 people.

What is it?

For Your Royal Highness from Molino by air.

Oh, how delightful. I wonder what kind of beef this is.

Oh!

- It's cold cuts. - The alarm.

- Yes, commissioner? - The royal suite.

We're getting a continuous signal from that special alarm system that you told us to install.

Good. It's working, Batman.

Gotham City Hotel.

Stop. Don't nobody move or they'll get frozen stiff too.

But now the Giaclio Circlo, if you please.

The diamond. Now.

Wait. Let's take a short cut.

Right. They could have lookouts in the lobby.

- No! No. - Nobody says no to me, never.

Tell Batman when he arrives, if he arrives, what happened.

Tell him yourself, Dr. Schimmel, alias Mr. Freeze.

No, Robin. The safety of the hotel guests first.

Fire under control. After them, Robin.

Sorry about this, Your Highness.

Nein, nein, nein, stop.

I don't want to kill you. Not yet, not yet.

Not yet.

I am sorry, Batman. I wanted to toy with you a little longer.

But that is the way the ice cube crumbles.