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It is midnight and Gotham City sleeps...

but not everyone...

for there is evil afoot in the Gotham City Art Museum.

What's that? Who's there?

I know it was valuable.

But why'd they take only that and leave all those other magnificent treasures?

I'm as puzzled as you are, commissioner.

Uh... Oh, Bonnie, come in. Come in.

The oddest-looking man left this for you, sir. He said it was important.

- Odd-looking? In what way, Bonnie? - I'm just not sure, commissioner.

He was as jumpy as a cat.

Thank you. Thank you, Bonnie.

A kitten.

Ah, look, there's a bit of paper under his collar.

Yes, looks like a newspaper clipping. What do you make of it, O'Hara?

What? Wait, that's Mark Andrews, the multimillionaire...

owner of the stolen golden cat. And, look, one of them has been crossed out.

And those two cats are only a small part of his priceless collection.

Yes, one was on loan to the museum, and the other is at the Gotham City Exposition.

- I smell the tracks of a feline predator. - You mean...?

Exactly. The Catwoman.

I'm afraid this calls for more drastic methods.

It's actually quite rudimentary, Dick.

You just have to think 14 moves ahead, that's all.

Holy Reshevsky.

Gosh, Bruce, I think I'll just stick to Latin crossword puzzles.

- Yes, Alfred? - The phone, sir.

Well, I didn't hear the phone.

Oh, I, uh... Heh. I was just making a call, madam...

and there was someone on the line for Mr. Wayne.

Oh, yes, that's happened to me too.

We'll finish our snack later, Aunt Harriet.

- Yes, commissioner? - Dreadful news.

- Catwoman is on the prowl again. - We're on our way.

To the Batpoles.

We believe that this is just the first of the planned robberies.

Good thinking, commissioner.

Obviously, the Catwoman would not be satisfied with only this.

No, I'm certain this is merely the first stitch in a large tapestry of crime.

And the clipping?

There is a great deal of hidden significance...

in the fact that just one of the cats is scratched out.

Gosh, I wish Mark Andrews was here. I'll bet he could give us some more info.

And indeed, I can.

Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder, this is Mark Andrews.

We called him to come down to headquarters.

- How do you do, Mr. Andrews? - What a thrill this is, Batman.

I've followed your exploits for years. Nice meeting you too, Robin.

This clipping indicates that there are two golden cats.

Yes, the second one is at the Gotham City Exposition.

I wouldn't lend any one institution both cats at one time.

- Insurance, you know. - Yes, I understand.

- How long is it on display at the exposition? - Until this evening.

So if Catwoman is going to steal that one, she'll do it tonight.

Correct, Robin. There's no time to lose.

Will you be wanting any extra police protection?

No, thank you, Chief O'Hara.

I certainly don't mean to cast any aspersions on the Police Department.

But this time, I think Robin and I better go it alone.

Any large contingent of police officers might create unnecessary confusion.

Whatever you say, Batman. I know it'll be safe with you on the job.

Let's go, Robin.

- It just doesn't sound right. - Too easy, is it, Robin?

First the cat at the museum, then the cat at the exposition.

Then... Then...

- The rest of Mark Andrews' collection. - Holy trickery, you're right.

But I don't understand why Catwoman would tell us what she's planning.

Maybe to give us a false lead to hide the real crime.

- You haven't fastened your safety Bat Belt. - We're only going a couple of blocks.

It won't be long until you're old enough to get a driver's license, Robin.

Then you'll be able to drive the Batmobile and other vehicles.

- Remember, motorists' safety. - Gosh, Batman, when you put it that way...

Meanwhile, in a quiet alley in the heart of downtown Gotham City...

is a fur warehouse, an innocent place of business.

Or is it?

What a beauty. I'll bet it's worth a small fortune.

Heh. Fat lot of good that does us. She stole it, but she won't sell it.

Yeah, I wonder why. We should get our cut.

Yours is not to reason why.

Yours is to do as I tell you to, or you'll keep tasting my cat o' nine tails.

- Leo, did you get the books? - Yes, Catwoman.

I had to go all the way down to the main library, but I got every one of them.

- Felix, what about the delivery? - Smooth as cream.

- Made it without a hitch. - Good.

I know that Batman and Robin will swallow the bait.

And when they do, I'll be rid of that dynamic duo once and for all.

Others have tried but failed.

The Catwoman is not like the others.

I'll show you how to clip Batman and Robin's wings. I will prevail.

Oh, joy, success and revenge all wrapped up into one sweet package.

We're sorry, Catwoman. We didn't mean to step on your paws.

Hm.

Well, don't do it again. Now, where are the books?

I'll get them for you, Catwoman.

Each of you know what you have to do, so do it.

And remember this...

once we get that other cat, the key to untold riches will be ours.

Yes, Catwoman.

Meow.

Good afternoon, sir. Trouble?

The Catwoman has unsheathed her claws again.

Oh, will she never learn?

While the atomic reactor is recharging the Batmobile...

please help Robin with the auxiliary power channel. Time is of the essence.

- All set in the auxiliary power channel. - Good. The solution is ready.

Increase the power to 17,000 kW.

- Power to 17,000 kW. - That's it. All power off.

All power off.

- Alfred. - Yes, sir?

Please attach that high-pressure can to the outlet valve.

There. That will neutralize the dangerous radioactivity...

and give us just the proper amount of emission for our purposes.

May one inquire, sir, exactly what are your purposes?

Of course, Alfred.

It's a defense mechanism in case the Catwoman eludes us tonight...

and decides to make off with her prize.

You see, we spray this radioactive mist on an object...

and then we can trace it on the Bat-o-meter within a radius of 50 miles.

Remarkable.

When dealing with powerful criminal elements, one can never be too well-prepared. Let's go.

- Batman, Robin, this way, please. - Thank you, citizens.

No need for you to wait in line. You're on official business?

- I'd rather not say. - There's no charge for you. Go right in.

No, I'd rather pay just like any other ordinary citizen.

- Yes? - They're here.

- Excellent. - This place closes at 6.

One of the guards told me that Batman and Robin...

will be in the Great Hall of Culture and Art alone.

Splendid.

- Is everything okay? - Perfect.

Well, I, for one, just don't like it, that's all.

I mean, dealing with Batman and Robin.

Well, I don't know, it just makes me nervous.

Everything makes you nervous.

Well, I'd feel a lot better if I knew who he really was.

The whole idea of a bat bothers me.

That's exactly what I'd expect from you.

Five-thirty, just enough time for a catnap. Felix, scram.

And have the car parked catty-corner at exactly 11 sharp.

Right.

There.

Now we'll be able to trace the radioactivity within a 50-mile radius.

Hm.

Almost midnight. Time to check the exits again.

- I'll do it. - No, Robin.

You better let me do it this time.

If you see or hear anything, let me know via the Bat communicator.

- I'll be back in three minutes and 20 seconds. - Right.

Holy cats, a cat.

Help, Batman, help.

What is it, Robin? Answer me.

Ah...

Poor little Robin. Did the itty-bitty kitty ruffle your feathers?

You feline devil.

What have you done with Robin?

Oh, is that any way to greet an old friend, Batman?

Not even a "hello, how are you"?

Meow.

Teach him some manners, fellas.

Robin, old chum.

Come on, cats, let's get out of here.

What happened? The cat.

Easy now, Robin, you were drugged with catclaw...

a fiendish preparation designed to attack the central nervous system.

The universal drug antidote pills will fix you up posthaste.

- Did she get the cat? - Yes, Robin.

It's just as I planned it.

Now the Catwoman herself will lead us to her lair and the recovery of both cats.

Batman, the Bat-o-meter is functioning perfectly.

All we do is follow the blip and we're on the trail.

Of course I know they're on our trail.

They wouldn't be Batman and Robin if they weren't.

Are we set to greet our two pigeons?

Oh, they're going to get a hello they'll never forget.

Good. Just make sure nothing goes wrong.

I wouldn't wanna miss this opportunity.

We're ready whenever you are, Catwoman.

- Felix. - Yes, Catwoman?

You can brush my pussy willows before you leave.

- And don't go against the fur. - I'll treat them like they was my very own.

This is it, Robin. She's in that building.

How can you be sure, Batman?

Look up, Robin, the sign over the door.

"Gato and Chat Fur Company."

Gato means "cat" in Spanish, and chat means "cat" in French.

Only the Catwoman would choose a hideout with those names.

I'm glad you're up on your foreign languages. They come in handy when fighting crime.

Sí, sí, Batman. What do we do now?

There are no entrances and only one door. We have no choice.

- We'll use the Bat Beam in the Batmobile. - Why don't we just walk right in?

The door may be booby-trapped.

We won't take any chances if we use the Bat Beam.

Stand by for Bat Beam.

You were right again, Batman. We might have been killed.

Or worse. Now, let's go.

The door.

It seems it will be more difficult getting out of here than it was getting in.

Good evening, Batman and Robin. Welcome.

Good evening, Catwoman. It seems as if you were expecting us.

I have a wonderful night planned for you, and it starts right now.

Where are we?

You are deep in the inner catacombs of this building.

This is the last room you will ever occupy.

I've heard that song before, Catwoman.

But the last few bars are always the same, and the criminal is always behind them.

This is my night to howl, Batman...

because tonight you are the mice and I am the cat.

The old cat-and-mouse game, is it?

You have a wonderful way with words, Batman.

I couldn't have put it any better.

How does it feel to be the quarry for a change, hm?

Mm...

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

All right, you've had your laugh, Catwoman.

- Now, what do you intend to do with us? - Do?

Well, first, I'm gonna give you two a few pointers.

Holy ice picks.

- What are we gonna do, Batman? - Ticklish situation, isn't it, Batman?

Hit the deck, Robin. I'll get us out of this.

These pointers are made of painted rubber, Robin.

- The old cat-and-mouse game. - Exactly.

But it was scary for a while, wasn't it, Batman? Meow.

Your sense of humor leaves me cold, Catwoman.

Felix.

Perhaps my next idea will warm you up, Batman. It's quite interesting.

- Almost cataclysmic. - Evil is as evil does.

Ha! Now, you have to admit that was funny, Batman.

Your childish antics lead me to believe you're a kitten, not a cat.

Leo?

I'm bored with you, Batman.

The time has come to separate Damon from Pythias.

The catalog is closed. Say goodbye to each other.

Say bye-bye to Robin. Your little bird has flown.

What have you done with him?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

- You feline devil. - Tsk-tsk and another tsk, Batman.

Why don't you just admit I'm smarter than you are and let it go at that?

There is more than one way to skin a Catwoman.

- You a betting man? - I never gamble.

Well, this time you'll have to, because I now have a wager you must accept.

The stakes are your life.

You leave me no choice.

Ah, but I do, and that is the sum and substance of the bet.

In front of you are two doors. I'm standing behind one of them.

- And the other? - Ah, there's the rub.

Behind the other door is a ferocious Batman-eating tiger.

- So the odds are even? - Correct.

If you pick the right door, I'm yours, Batman.

If you pick the wrong door, you're mine.

So which is it, Batman, the lady or the tiger?

The lady or the tiger?

Will Batman ever see Robin alive again?

Will Robin ever see Batman alive again?

Will our daring duo escape the claws of the wily Catwoman?