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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CARS HoNKING)

(YELLING) You jerks!

-(WOMAN SCREAMING) -(Doc yELpINc)

(JoKER LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Ah! The wind in my hair and the Batman at my heels.

lt's the kind of night that makes you glad to be alive.

Right, Harley girl?

Sure thing, Mr. J.

Quick! Turn here!

-But, boss, that's- -l said, turn!

Yes, sir.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GRoANS)

Why didn't you tell me someone put a hill there?

-l tried, but- -Never mind. Just hand me the gun.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Come on! Come on!

Here.

Hey, Batsy!

This is where l leave you flat.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

You nincompoop!

(YELPS)

You didn't say which gun.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's go. Let's go!

(ENGINE REVVING)

lf he wants the car that bad, he can have it.

Next time, clown.

JOKER: No, we didn't get the diamond.

The ''Dork Knight'' showed up before we even got to the museum.

l had a great shot at him, too,

except my dear little Harley Quinn handed me the wrong gun!

(BARKING)

But, pudding, it was kind of funny watching you shoot at him

with the ''bang'' flag.

(BoTH GIGGLING)

Funny?

You presume to tell me what l should think is funny?

(YELLING) In fact, when have you ever

contributed a worthwhile idea to this gang?

(STAMMERING) Well, l did get us away from Batman.

Huzzah!

The kid gets lucky, and she wants a medal!

Maybe l should just let you run the gang.

Maybe you're a better crook than the rest oF us put together.

Maybe

(TIMIDLY) not.

(BoTH SMIRKING)

(HYENAS LAUGHING)

(JoKER GRoWLING)

(YELPS)

Fine! l'll show you! You'll be sorry!

l'll pull a big heist, and l'll be laughing at you.

Ha! Ha! You hear? Laughing!

l miss him already.

Piece of cake.

Mr. J will iust plotz when l give him...

No. l'm keeping it for myself.

Maybe.

(ALARM RINGING)

The heck with it!

(SIREN WAILING)

(GASPING)

Nice work, butterfingers.

Why didn't you iust turn on the Bat signal while you were at it?

l wasn't trying to get caught.

Could've fooled me.

Hey! Aren't you that plant lady, Poison Oakie?

lvy. Poison Ivy.

Sorry.

Harley Quinn. Pleased to meet you.

(DooR oPENS)

This is not a good time to get acquainted.

MONTOYA: Freeze!

Any ideas?

What you got in the bottles?

POlSON IVY: Plant toxins from the museum lab.

Good enough.

Heads up!

(CoUGHING)

MONTOYA: Stop in the name oF the law!

Not tonight, baby.

POlSON IVY: Get in the car!

HARLEY: What car?

That car.

(SIREN WAILING)

-Yes! -Yes!

POlSON IVY: This could be the beginning of a beautiful Friendship.

HARLEY: (WHINING) l hate shots!

l hate shots!

Now, now. You're not immune to poison like l am

and you won't last 10 minutes here in Toxic Acres without my antidote.

(WHINING)

(SIGHS) You'd think after living with Mr. J, l'd be used to a little pain.

Why do you put up with that clown?

Don't get me wrong. My pudding's a little rough sometimes,

but he loves me, really.

Sure he does.

You're iust one big forgiving doormat, aren't you?

l am not a doormat.

Am l?

lf you had a middle name, it would be ''Welcome.''

But cheer up, kid. You just need some Iessons in good old female self-esteem.

ln other words, let's play with the boys on our terms.

And now, gentlemen, if there is no new business,

l propose we adiourn to-

POlSON IVY: A moment, please, Mr. Chairman.

(MEN PRoTESTING)

-MAN 1 : Who is that? -MAN 2: A woman, here?

CHAIRMAN: Outrageous!

See here, young lady, is this some kind ofjoke?

The ioke, my dear chairman,

is this obsolete, sexist mockery you call a men's club.

Now, l ask you,

what kind of adventurers refuse to admit women?

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MAN 3: Get her out of here. How dare she?

(MEN PRoTESTING)

Still, if it's excitement you boys crave...

What is this?

-Let go! -Stop!

(ALL CLAMoRING)

That should keep you big strong men busy while we weak little girls

loot your trophy room.

Gee, Red. You got style!

This is true.

(MEN CLAMoRING)

(HARLEY HUMMING)

What did you make? What did you make?

Steamed chard and beetjuice. Hmm! Yum!

Gee, green.

My favorite color.

(SIGHS)

No offense, Red, but l'm not very hungry.

Somehow l don't feel like my old perky self.

Something's missing.

Will you stop? l can't believe you're still mooning over that psychotic creep.

Well, maybe l'd feel better if l knew he missed me, too.

JOKER: (SHOUTING) Harley!

This place is going to blinking blue blazes.

Anybody seen my socks?

JOKER: Harley!

-(HYENAS SNARLING) -(JoKER ExcLAImINc)

They snapped at me!

What's going on, Roc?

The place is a mess, no one's fed the hyenas, and l can't find my socks!

Where's Harley?

(STAMMERING) You canned her, boss, remember?

So? She's always come back before.

Gee,

l guess you ain't seen the papers then.

Papers? What are you babbling about?

(JoKER SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CRASHING)

(CURSING IN SPANISH)

l remember when l would go driving like this with Mr. J.

(IMITATING HARLEY) ''Mr. J, Mr. J_'

Change the record, Harl.

You want to be some wacko's victim the rest of your life?

Well, hello.

l think l'm in love. (mAKINc KIssINc souNDs)

Ahooga! Ahooga!

(HoWLS)

Excuse me, boys.

Didn't your mommies tell you that's not the nice way to get a lady's attention?

Oh! And what are you gonna do? Spank us?

That's right, pigs. And here's the paddle.

(ALL SCREAM)

There may be hope for you yet.

(CoMPUTER BEEPING)

ALFRED: Choosing a weekend date, sir?

BATMAN: This is one sister act that's hard to follow, Alfred.

Only clue l have is this soil analysis from their tire tracks.

Hmm.

Contains the same compounds you'd find in a toxic waste dump.

Then may l suggest an accessory this evening?

(PHoNE RINGING)

JOKER: (YELLING) What?

(TIMIDLY) Mr. J?

Harley?

Hi, pudding. You still angry with me?

(CHUCKLES)

Honey, baby, pumpkin pie.

You know l can't hold a grudge.

-Where are you? -With a friend.

Look, l can't talk, but l wanted to let you know l'm okay.

(DooR CLoSES)

Oops. Gotta go. l'll talk to you soon.

Sooner than you think.

-What's up? -Wrong number.

(GLASS BREAKING)

(GASPING)

BATMAN: Evening, ladies.

Playtime's over.

(SARCASTICALLY) Land o' Goshen, Harleen.

Look who's come a-courting.

Looks like he's got us.

Looks like!

(GRUNTING)

POlSON IVY: Poor Batman. All trussed up.

And no place to go.

-Yes! -Yes!

POlSON IVY: Here we have the typical male aggressor,

fittingly imprisoned within the bonds of Female domestic slavery.

HARLEY: And, Frankly, folks, he's never looked better.

Admit it, darling,

you didn't think two women were capable of bringing you down.

Man or woman, a sick mind is capable of anything.

A vey enlightened statement, Batman.

We'll carve it on your headstone.

HARLEY: Aloha, sucker.

Hey, did you leave the lights on?

JOKER: My, haven't you been the busy little bees.

Pudding?

You were out, so we just made ourselves at home.

Hope you don't mind.

You Found me!

So much for seIF-esteem.

l hope you realize we're on a toxic waste dump.

l'd say you've got 10 minutes to clear out before the fumes do you in.

She's right, boss.

l'm feeling kind of...

Sick.

Hold it in, Rocco.

l'm only staying long enough to collect what's mine.

(SQUEALS)

Hey!

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

Ooh! Look at the goodies.

That's ours, you louse!

Pammy, l wouldn't Ieave you empty-handed.

JOKER: Since you like flowers so much...

Oh, Pudding, no!

You can have mine!

(CoUGHING)

Oh!

Red!

(LAUGHS)

lt doesn't work on me.

(BoTH GRUNTING)

Get them!

(BoTH GRoAN)

(BmMAN GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, Batsy!

(YELLING) Stop shooting, you lunatic.

We're sitting on a powder keg.

Oops. Dopey me.

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

No man can take us prisoner.

(GUNSHoT)

(BoTH SCREAM)

All right, ladies.

Raise them.

(CHmTERING oN PoLICE RADlo)

JOKER: That's it.

Next time l start a gang, no women.

(SHOUTING) Do you hear me?

No women!

l think we can still work it out.

Don't you?

English - SDH