¶ Batman
(male narrator) We have previously seen
in a jewelry shop an antique clock
that does more than tell time.
Second Hands in a split-second robbery.
The mental mainspring of this timetable of time..
...The Clock King.
Bat-burgers at a drive-in.
Batburgers?
Now, it's the Clock King
disguised as a pop artist.
Batman and Robin pop into the picture.
The Dynamic Duo caught in the coils of time.
Batman finds the Clock King's watch.
A trail in the dust.
Batman and Robin find Clock King's hideout.
Blackjacks find the Dynamic Duo.
And they find they're trapped in a giant hourglass.
The Clock King's watch was a trap.
Holy Sahara!
And their utility belts out of reach.
Meanwhile, the sands of time pour down
with relentless force.
Is this to be the Caped Crusader's final adventure?
In one moment, we'll come face to face
with the moment of truth.
[theme music]
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[knocking on glass]
[intense music]
No use, Robin. It's too thick.
I've got it.
Maybe we can plug up the neck of the hourglass with our capes.
For how long, Robin?
Have you forgotten, this glass is airtight?
Even if the sand doesn't suffocate us
the lack of air will.
Well, I guess we're finished.
Don't give up yet, Robin
(Batman) As long as we're alive there's still a chance.
I have an idea, Robin.
It might work.
You slam yourself against your side of the glass
and I'll do the same against mine. Hurry!
[intense music]
[crashes]
Holy squirrel cage! The glass didn't break.
What do we do now?
Squirrel cage?
That's it, Robin.
Start running around like a squirrel in a cage.
[dramatic music]
[crashes]
[tires screeching]
[crashes]
I know I'm intruding on two very busy officials.
Intruding, Mrs. Cooper?
My door is always open to a lady as charming as yourself.
And we, we do have Bruce Wayne in common, don't we?
(O'Hara) 'Upstandin' citizen.'
Well, Bruce is really the reason I'm here.
You see, today is his birthday.
'And while I was downtown shopping I thought I'd drop by'
and see if I couldn't coax you into coming
to a little surprise party for him at Wayne Manor tonight.
You won't have to twist my arm, Mrs. Cooper.
- I'd be delighted. - I'll second that.
Good. Shall we say seven-ish?
Very informal and bring your wives, of course.
[Bat-phone beeping]
Uh, excuse me, Mrs. Cooper. My direct line to Batman.
Oh, how exciting.
Yes, Batman.
Robin too?
Good! Thanks for calling.
Not bad news, I hope.
Merely checking in.
Dependability is just one of the Caped Crusader's
many fine qualities.
Oh, I know.
I talk of him and Robin so often to Bruce and Dick.
What in the world Gotham City
would ever have done without them, I don't..
[chuckles]
I don't mean to discredit your fine department.
No need to apologize, Mrs. Cooper.
We are all forever in debt to the Dynamic Duo
so intrepid, and yet so incognito.
- Seven-ish, then? - Yes, indeed. Seven-ish.
- On the dot. - Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
What about Batman?
He wanted to tell us that he had successfully escaped
a vicious trap set for him by the Clock King.
But that evil adversary is still at large..
...and no doubt planning something even..
...more monstrous.
[clicking]
- Uniforms? - Check.
Everything ready for the big job, Your Highness.
This sure is tingly.
Everything, including this box and it's contents.
If only Batman knew what was in this box.
But he'll never know.
No, Batman will never know anything anymore, eh, boys?
That's right, Your Highness.
You've done what nobody else could've done.
You finished off Batman and Robin.
[clapping]
Thank you. I deserve it of course
but I thank you.
Time to go to work.
First, I wanna check up on that windmill clock.
Bought by that dear little old lady.
What dear little old lady?
You'll see in a moment, Millie.
And we'll see if that clock has been put to use yet.
Oh, Alfred, look at what I got Bruce for his birthday.
He'll be so pleased.
He would indeed, madam.
It's a rare antique.
There are very few clocks left like it in the world today.
It's beautiful, madam. I'm sure Mr. Wayne will be most pleased.
Bruce...Wayne?
Bruce Wayne the millionaire?
Yes, by George.
That lady's the aunt of Dick Grayson.
Wayne's ward.
When I learned she was shopping
for a suitable clock in a clock shop I knew about
I sold the clock to the shopkeeper
knowing he in turn, would sell it to that lady.
That brain of yours is always ticking away, Your Highness.
Just like a clock!
I'm a little tired after my shopping, Alfred.
I think I'll take a nap to be nice and fresh
for Bruce's birthday party tonight.
Oh, he'll be so surprised.
Bruce Wayne certainly will be surprised
because he has a fine collection of old antique pocket watches
which we are going to appropriate in a few minutes.
Let's go.
There's one thing that worries me, Your Highness.
Nothing should be worrying any of us now.
So near to our great goal.
But that clock on the lady's piano
that's the one I thought you wanted me
to put the funny button on.
It is. The control for the knockout gas.
One whiff, the butler will be out cold
and the antique pocket watches will be all mine.
Oh, no, no. Not that button.
- I mean, the button-- - You..
You mean, the atomic energy directional control switch?
Well, whatever it is.
Whatever it is!
"Whatever it is" is supposed to be in this box.
Not in that clock.
That's what worries me. I think I made a mistake.
Mistake?
You just pulled the biggest
boneheaded blunder of the century.
Now, if we don't get the windmill clock back
from Bruce Wayne's mansion in short order
our big job will be ruined.
There isn't a minute to lose.
[grunts]
Your Highness, I'm sorry.
I never thought that a funny, little button--
An atomic energy directional control switch
is not a funny, little button.
That one's worth a cool million dollars to us.
Millie, you can be of great help to me right now.
Me?
Gee! What do I do?
Stay here.
Keep your eyes open but stay out of sight.
Oh, I'll certainly try.
If I can remember all that.
Gee.
I think I got sand down my neck too.
You're lucky it's only sand, Robin.
An hourglass is not the most practical of conveyances.
Anyway, here it is.
Our entire file on crooks named Smith.
Good, I'll feed them into the Bat-computer
and see if we can get the data on the mysterious Mr. Smith
the Clock King mentioned.
I sure hope so.
Boy, what I'd give to know where the Clock King is
right at this very minute.
Meanwhile, up in the Wayne living room.
[intense music]
[humming]
[grunts]
The atomic energy directional control switch is intact.
I'm sure sorry about that mistake, Your Highness.
While I'm here I might as well pick up that valuable collection
of antique pocket watches.
I thought you said there wasn't any time.
It won't take long.
[intense music]
Meanwhile, down in the Bat-cave.
Gosh, if we get the correct information
we'll have the Clock King right where we want him.
Meanwhile, up in the Wayne living room.
Meanwhile, down in the Bat-cave.
Won't be long now, Batman.
Meanwhile, up in the Wayne living room.
That was fast. Time is of the essence.
Let's go.
Good afternoon.
Bruce's birthday clock!
- Shh! - What are you doing here?
- Who are you? - Shh!
Help! Alfred! Alfred!
(Harriet) 'Help! Alfred!'
- It's the little old lady. - Dick Grayson's aunt.
I think we better take her along with us.
(Harriet) 'Alfred!'
Meanwhile, down in the Bat-cave.
[alarm ringing]
Why it's...Alfred's burglar alarm.
There must be trouble upstairs.
What do you mean, take me with you? Where? How?
That's a good question. What will we put her in?
Take these. I'll take care of her.
No. Help!
Alfred!
You...you called, madam?
Holy hijackers!
[whispers] Clock King and his Second Hands robbing Wayne Manor.
Why, the brazen..
[whispers] Watch what you say.
After all we're not supposed to know them.
Don't worry.
Unhand my aunt!
Sorry, gentlemen, we hope to make a safe getaway
after lifting a few baubles from this handsome residence.
Perhaps this sweet lady, will provide that safety.
You can take your baubles.
but you're not taking Mrs. Cooper
out of this house as a hostage.
We may have a difference of opinion there, mister.
Oh!
Three, out with the clock.
I think I'm going to faint.
It's alright, Aunt Harriet. They're gone now.
- They won't come back.. - Imagine me being a hostage.
Sit down. Sit down, Aunt Harriet.
It's alright. It's alright.
I'm sorry I wasn't of much help, sir.
They, uh, they gave me a rather bad time when they entered.
That's quite alright, Alfred.
(Bruce) 'Would you see Mrs. Cooper up to her room, please?'
Certainly, sir.
Here we go, madam. There. That's right.
Are we gonna let him get away just like that?
By the time we got down to the Batmobile they'd be long gone.
At least they didn't get away with my private collection
of antique pocket watches.
Hmm. They seemed more concerned with that clock that they had.
Maybe it could be a lead. Wherever it came from.
I still think the mysterious Mr. Smith
will provide the lead we need.
Let's get back to the Bat-cave.
[intense music]
How about this?
Sable Sam Smith, who specialized in stealing valuable furs.
Sorry, Robin. He's serving a jail term right now.
He's one, Gibraltar Smith.
Alias Smithy Smith the Safe Cracker.
Smithy Smith was recently arrested for armed robbery.
He's back pounding rocks.
I can just see him now old Smithy Smith.
He used to be a swinger on the safe and lock circuit.
Now, he's swinging a hammer on a rock pile.
I think you've got it, Robin.
Clock King was making a pun on the name Smith.
A smith swings a hammer
...in a smithy.
- Holy Horseshoes! - Exactly, Robin.
Mr. Smith is a blacksmith.
But what connection could there be between
a blacksmith and Clock King?
A blacksmith and a big clock crime.
Blacksmith! Big clock!
The big tower clock in Downtown Gotham City.
Let's take a look.
Let's try another one.
Hmm.
- There's the blacksmith. - Yes, Robin.
And every hour that mechanical marvel
brings his hammer down to strike the anvil
in time with the clock.
Clock King said that a certain Mr. Smith
would be assisting with the crime at exactly five o'clock.
Maybe he's going to put something on the anvil
that will be triggered by the hammer when it strikes.
Thus, his real objective must be something
facing the clock tower.
Only building facing the clock tower
is that one with the rooftop heliport.
Right, Robin. His real objective must be the heliport.
Someone or some thing of value must be arriving at the heliport
at exactly five o'clock.
Maybe Commissioner Gordon can provide us with an answer.
Five o'clock, Batman? Hold on. Let me see.
One, two, three, four, five..
Yes, there is one due at that time.
A helicopter from the Nuclear Laboratory
of the Gotham Institute of Technology.
Well, two noted physicists will be delivering a Cesium Clock
to the ASC corporation.
Purely routine. We've taken no special precautions.
A Cesium Clock?
Thank you, commissioner.
What's a Cesium Clock?
A Cesium Clock is one that's regulated by
controlled atomic energy.
It's frequently used in regulating satellite tracking
or in space probes.
Holy liftoff!
And I read recently that a Cesium Clock is being delivered
to the amalgamated communications corporation
for use in their tracking facilities.
That means, that it's the same clock that's being delivered
by helicopter today at five o'clock.
But what use would a Cesium Clock be to Clock King?
Lot's of use, Robin.
He could be holding the ASC up for ransom
because a Cesium Clock is worth at least a million dollars.
We have no time to lose. To the tower.
Atomic batteries to power.
Turbines to speed.
Roger. Ready to move out.
[tires screeching]
[theme music]
[intense music]
What a set up, but why do you want me here, Clock King?
Any man wants a beautiful woman a hi side, Millie
at the climax of his career.
- Gee. - Get the uniforms out.
We have little time for this whole operation.
Now, these uniforms, false credentials
and identification badges should give us carte blanche
to unload the cesium clock. The box.
- I-I still don't understand-- - No questions.
You've already thrown us off schedule.
We haven't got a minute to lose.
Now, at five o'clock, when the clock strikes five..
...these figures will start to move.
That hammer will come down on the box
and trigger the knockout gas across to the heliport.
It won't effect us in our gas masks.
We transfer to the heliport
and fly the cesium clock out on the helicopter.
Simple.
So very, very simple.
Oh, I didn't know you could fly a helicopter.
Millie, for a million dollars, a man can do almost anything.
Now, into the uniforms.
[intense music]
No, it can't be true.
You're dead. You have to be dead!
Maybe we're living on borrowed time.
But now, it's round-up time.
Batman, look, his gun!
[Millie shrieks]
Holy merry go around!
That wild shot has started the clockworks moving.
Get them before they get you.
[dramatic music]
[man grunts]
[grunts]
[music continues]
[rips]
[music continues]
[bell tolling]
Five o'clock.
Not bad for timing, huh, Batman?
Yes, Robin, and that clock's tolling
the end of Clock King's crimes.
Great job, Batman.
I couldn't have done better meself.
Thank you, Chief O'Hara.
That's high praise indeed.
You and the Boy Wonder deserve a great deed of credit.
Thanks to you the Clock King's behind bars at last
'and high time too.'
Uh, no pun intended, Batman.
Agreed, commissioner.
And I find it only fitting
that Clock King who made time serve his crimes..
...must now serve time...himself.
(Gordon) 'Well put, Batman.'
And speaking of time, Chief O'Hara and I
are late right now for the birthday party
that Dick Grayson's aunt's giving
for millionaire Bruce Wayne.
Robin and I had the honor of being invited too, commissioner.
Unfortunately, we cannot attend.
Oh, too bad. It should be quite an affair.
It's a surprise party, you know.
I'm sure millionaire Bruce Wayne will be quite surprised.
- Well, Chief O'Hara, come on. - Alright, commissioner.
[theme music]
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