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So far we have seen a giant sphinx...

a strange and terrible threat to Gotham City...

Batman and Robin on the job...

while a criminal king and his entourage hatch a fiendish plan.

The dynamic duo tackle the sinister sphinx.

A close shave.

Signals from Nefertiti.

King Tut's curse.

The dynamic duo on Nefertiti's trail.

A tricky asp.

A king-sized mummy come alive.

A royal trap snapped shut.

Bruce in a blanket.

And another dish.

A proclamation.

And an exclamation.

Batman to the rescue?

A daring escape.

And a runaway stretcher.

Great Scott, Bruce.

Meanwhile in the secret palace of King Tut...

on the outskirts of Gotham City...

the evil geniuses are all unaware that their victim has escaped.

Hey, what's the big idea?

I wish to peruse the news.

There should be something about the Bruce Wayne kidnapping.

Ladies and gentlemen, with Gotham City still reeling from the great sphinx mystery...

another shocking blow was landed when Bruce Wayne...

philanthropist, millionaire about town, was kidnapped in broad daylight.

You know that. Switch back to the sports.

For the latest development in this fast-moving story...

we switch to Mobile Unit 5, stationed at Gotham City Police Headquarters.

Come in, Commissioner Gordon.

For the latest word on the Bruce Wayne kidnapping...

I'm proud to present my never-failing aide in the war against crime...

the one and only Batman.

Thank you, commissioner.

I'd like to assure Mr. Bruce Wayne's many friends and associates...

that he is unharmed and will soon be returned home.

What?

Batman?

He turns me on.

Nefertiti, we could have you filleted for that.

But he's so handsome and clean-cut and groovy.

We forbid you to speak well of our deadliest enemy.

Astonishing news, Batman, but how do you know all this?

Because I myself rescued Mr. Wayne not more than 10 minutes ago.

It's a trick.

You're lying, Batman.

Where are my ministers?

What's happened to those ninnies? Mm?

In your expert opinion, Batman...

what's behind all these mysterious occurrences?

In my expert opinion, commissioner...

we're seeing the dust of centuries blown away...

with a monstrous revival of a strange and ancient cult.

It's unearthly.

Perhaps. I'll know more...

after I've delved into the secret archives of the antiquarian library at Alexandria.

Alexandria? Oh, you mean that delightful suburb of Washington, D.C.?

No, commissioner, Alexandria, Egypt.

That ancient metropolis at the mouth of the River Nile.

You're leaving for Egypt?

By the first available jet.

I have vital researches to perform.

But, great Scott, Batman, what will become of us during your absence?

Who will balk the criminal schemes of this madman who calls himself King Tut?

I pass the Egyptian ball to you, commissioner. In my...

Call me a madman, does he?

Well, let's face it, Tut-Tut.

Face what, sweet, lovely Nefertiti?

In the old days when you were professor at Yale...

before you got conked on the head in the student riot...

No!

Royal torturers...

servants of the fierce jackal god, Anubis, to my bidding ho!

Seize my subversive queen.

To the dungeons with her.

No, no, no!

No!

Mad, am I?

Well, you'll see.

While Batman is bouncing around in belfries in far-off Egypt...

I'll do what I set out to do before...

abduct Bruce Wayne.

Holy travel agent, Batman, are you really going to Egypt?

Of course not, Robin. It's merely a clever stratagem I've worked out.

I've a hunch King Tut will make another effort to kidnap Bruce Wayne.

I get it, and we'll foil him, huh?

On the contrary.

I wish him to succeed.

What? You're gonna let yourself be kidnapped?

Yes, Robin.

Yes and no.

Before today's dark deeds unfold, I want Aunt Harriet safely out of the way.

Get on the phone. Call the house upstairs.

Goodbye, Alfred.

Now, be sure Dick gets his warm milk before retiring, won't you?

You may rest assured of it, madam.

Just imagine, Alfred, a weekend in the country.

Oh, it's going to be such a delightful change.

Well, I'd better run so the taxi man won't grow impatient.

Gosh, Batman, that's sure a lifelike dummy of Bruce Wayne.

It should serve the purpose. Deception and double deception.

The only way to deal with a super-criminal like Tut.

Alfred?

Oh, Alfred, have you seen the novel I've been reading anywhere?

Well, no, madam, I... I...

Oh, of course, I left it on the table by the sofa.

Mrs. Cooper. Shh.

Oh.

Sweet dreams, Bruce dear.

Phew.

Holy taxidermy.

That dummy sure passed the test.

Indeed, Robin, cum laude.

It's time to get set, Robin.

It's almost oda wabba simba.

- Almost what? - Oda wabba simba.

Six o'clock in our nomenclature.

In the 14th dynasty, the hour of the hyena.

The time when ancient Egyptian super-criminals invariably struck.

Gosh, Batman. Is there anything you don't know?

Oh, yes, Robin. Several things, in fact.

All prepared, sir.

Now the hyenas are at the gate.

Who knows what form they'll take, Alfred.

- Can I be of any assistance to you? - Sure you can.

I've been sent over by the chief to watch over Mr. Wayne...

in case those devilish kidnappers should try to strike again.

Ah, yes, a wise precaution, officer. If you'll follow me.

As you observe, the master is enjoying a moment's respite from the day's cares.

Would that we all might enjoy such fortune.

Don't worry, buster. It can be arranged.

Extraordinary how that anti-gas pill works.

Shh! No more talk.

Quick, take him to the royal bark.

Wow, worked like a charm. Batman figured every move they'd make.

I never doubted that he would, Master Robin. What now?

We track them on the Batscanner to their criminal hideout.

Quick, Alfred, you go to the service elevator, I'll meet you in the Batcave.

Roger.

- Commissioner, this is Robin. - Yes, Boy Wonder?

A-okay, commissioner. They've got Bruce Wayne.

- Only it's really Batman, right? - Right.

Heartwarming indeed, Boy Wonder, the way a distinguished millionaire like Bruce Wayne...

cooperates in the fight against crime. Not all millionaires would be so self-sacrificing.

I'll tell him you said so, commissioner.

- In the meantime, stand by with your full force. - Tracking the criminals, are you?

Signals from the tiny homing transmitter in Batman's cowl are coming in perfectly.

I'll call you as soon as I get a fix on King Tut's hideout.

Bless you, Boy Wonder. Chief O'Hara and I will stay by the Batphone.

Look at them, Alfred, tracking perfectly.

Those poor, demented felons.

How little do they want that they have a tiger by the tail?

- Peculiar. - What?

Message of Anubis interprets itself as follows:

"What seems is not. Inside its bonds, the leopard has changed its spots."

- Nutty. - Yeah.

But then on the other hand...

there's no extra charge for making sure.

Not a blip, cold as a cucumber.

Could it be a defect in the receiver, Master Robin?

Quick, activate the emergency back-up receivers.

Roger.

Emergency system at full gain.

Holy hi-fi. Something's gone wrong.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Enjoying yourself, Batman?

The dreaded ancient Theban pebble torture.

- You pitiable madman. - Tick, tock.

Chief torturer, what's the pebble count on my faithless ex-queen?

Nine hundred and one, oh, great pharaoh.

Nine hundred and one. Good.

Less than a hundred to go...

and then she'll smash herself to pieces trying to tear herself out of her jar.

- Tock. - In the name of mercy...

think back to the days when you were a distinguished professor at Yale University.

Give yourself up.

I vow that you'll receive the finest medical attention.

Chief torturer, ho, what's the pebble count on Batman?

Two hundred ninety-seven, oh, great pharaoh.

Speed it up.

Alfred, if we ever had need of our brain power, it's now.

Here are the last four fixes we've got.

The problem is to extrapolate them.

Project them to the criminal's putative destination.

Correct, and if we extend their azimuth like this, correcting for one-way streets...

How peculiar, it leads us to this vacant area at coordinates 47 to 61.

Wait a minute.

Coordinates 47 to 61.

Holy false front, the fake Egyptian palace from last year's Gotham City exposition.

Robin speaking.

We just had a message, Boy Wonder.

King Tut is holding Batman in a secret hideout.

He will exchange him for $1 million in cash to be delivered personally by Bruce Wayne.

- Think it's on the level, commissioner? - I do.

But unfortunately I can't get ahold of Bruce Wayne.

There's no answer at his mansion.

Don't worry, I'm on my way to find him right this second.

Goodbye, commissioner.

Are you sure that was prudent, Master Robin?

What, Alfred?

Well, we're pretty certain of the whereabouts of King Tut's hideout.

Should we not have informed the police and requested their aid?

I didn't dare chance it.

They're great guys, Alfred, but they can be heavy-handed too.

And when those fiends have Batman...

I follow your thinking.

The rude intrusion of the police...

might have provoked the criminals to some unhappy act of violence.

Right, Alfred. This one we've gotta pull ourselves.

- To the Batmobile. - To the Batmobile?

But you don't have a license to drive, Master Robin.

But you do.

Me?

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat. How I wonder where you're at?

Chief torturer, what's the latest pebble count?

Coming down now, mighty pharaoh, number 1000.

Bring them to my throne room.

Let it be a warning, loyal subjects.

Our enemies shall be reduced even as these to mindless slaves.

Smash open their cases.

Dance, you slaves.

Dance for our amusement.

Music. Bat-music.

Seize him.

Thought you'd unhinged me, did you? I fooled you.

I kept my reason by reciting the multiplication tables backwards.

Hold on, Batman. I'm with you.

Where's King Tut?

Looks like he's gone, Batman.

We'd better net him fast.

The Batmobile, it's gone.

Alfred, old fellow. Are you all right?

Most remiss of me, sir.

I let that ruffian overpower me.

Only one thing to do, pursue him in this curious royal bark.

Visual contact established.

Roger, V.C.

If he cuts in the super power afterburner, we'll never keep up.

Holy smoke. What do we do now, Batman?

Quick, hand me your tiny utility belt transmitter. My own's disabled.

I get it. You're gonna try the remote control Batmobile's circuit via Batcave relay link.

Right, Robin. It's our only chance. Batman to Batcave.

Voice-control Batmobile relay-circuit, switch on.

Batmobile ejection seat, fire.

What the heck? The failure signal.

- Circuit's on the blink, I'm afraid. - How can it be?

Human mechanisms are made by human hands, Robin.

None of them is infallible. It's a lesson which must be faced.

- Hey, look. - It's coming back at us.

What the heck?

Look out, he's found the Batbeam.

Hurry!

Farewell.

We rid Thebes forever of its rodents.

Holy skyrocket.

He hit the Batbeam button and the ejector seat went off. Heck.

Wah...

Well hit, sir.

Gosh, and to think he was once a famous professor at Yale University.

That's life, Robin, full of ups and downs.

It ill befits any of us to grow too confident.

A tragic case, Batman.

One of the saddest which has ever crossed my ken.

- There may be hope for him yet. - How?

- With proper treatment... - Our mental institutions...

are hopelessly overcrowded. The taxpayers are blind to our pleas.

What about the Wayne Foundation?

Gosh, yes. That's a great idea, Batman.

But do you think Mr. Wayne will go for it after being kidnapped by this devil?

Chief O'Hara...

I understand that Mr. Bruce Wayne is a man of great understanding and compassion.

I'll phone Bruce Wayne instantly and ask him to come over here.

- Aah! - Oh, watch out. He's waking up.

I have... I must rid...

Young gentlemen rioting is not going...

Be careful. Ooh!

Oh.

What an amazing dream.

- I must be late for class. - Late for class?

Yes. Egyptology 7 me...

Oh, my.

What is this?

A miracle, professor.

Simply a miracle.

Oh.

Oh, whatever will the dean say?