The start of a new semester at ivy covered Yale University.
And the portly professor of Egyptology outlines his plans.
Ah, and then of course, there will be the field trip
to the Gotham City Park.
Oh, it bodes to be a truly exciting class, young gentlemen.
That is, if you are really interested in Egyptology
and not just two football players
hoping this will be a snap course.
Oh, we're real dedicated students, professor.
Oh, sure.
- 'How about you, professor?' - Hmm?
We heard you flipped a while back
and assumed the identity of King Tut. Is that right?
Oh, that campus newspaper.
Yes, it's true.
I suffer from a unique combination of amnesia
and identity transference.
'It only happens when I suffer cranial concussion, however.'
Thus, as you can see
I have protected myself with this hard hat.
Hail almighty Tut.
Price of darkness.
Hail sovereign of all that's mean and evil.
- Hail. - Hail.
Gangs all here.
And late that night at the Gotham City Museum
Egyptology section..
What are you doing here?
I asked you first.
So you did. So you did.
I am here to lay rightful claim
to yon sarcophagus.
- You're a thief. - You're right.
And how is the guard's condition, Chief O'Hara?
Still unconscious.
In times like these, there is only one man
who can help us solve the problem.
Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne? Not Batman?
There's an Egyptian costume ball
at the Gotham City Hotel tonight.
Bruce Wayne is chairman.
Perhaps he knows something we don't.
You're going to look very handsome tonight, Bruce.
A magnificent Caesar.
I'm glad we had this little dress rehearsal.
I can't wait to see Lisa dressed as Cleopatra.
Phone for you, sir. In the study.
It's Commissioner Gordon.
Commissioner Gordon?
What would he want with you, Bruce?
We'll soon find out, Aunt Harriet.
Excuse me.
I can't imagine Alfred making an error like that.
What did you say, Dick?
Uh, nothing, Aunt Harriet.
Alfred, I'm shocked at your breach of secrecy.
No need to be, sir. The commissioner's call
is for Mr. Bruce Wayne, not Batman.
But a feeling inside me suggested
that you should take it in here.
Hello, Commissioner.
As chairman of tonight's Egyptian ball
can you tell me what significance the robbery
of a sarcophagus, circa 1300 B.C., might have?
'It's principal value would be that of an antique.'
Wait a moment, commissioner.
1300 B.C. was the era
in which King Tut trod the land.
That's what I was afraid of.
I had hoped it was some sort of publicity stunt.
My committee would never engage in such a stunt.
Then it appears our old nemesis, King Tut
may have returned to haunt us.
My suggestion would be to call Batman immediately.
Sound thinking, Bruce.
Bruce Wayne advised me to call Batman.
Well, I guess millionaires aren't so dumb after all.
Otherwise, they never would have become millionaires.
[Bat-phone buzzing]
Yes, Commissioner.
'The worst has come to pass, Batman.'
I know. King Tut is back in Gotham City. We'll be there.
Absolutely incredible.
You'd think the man could read my mind.
To the Bat-poles.
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Why doesn't he stay where he belongs?
Up at Yale. Where he's a nice, mild-mannered professor.
Don't forget, Robin, when the professor metamorphosizes..
...changes into King Tut
he forgets his true identity. No clues?
Ne'ery one.
Tut once tried to claim Gotham City as his kingdom.
You don't suppose he'll try it again?
I doubt it. He was thwarted in that gambit.
[phone ringing]
Hello.
No.
Oh, how brutal.
Well, we'll get on it right away.
In the meantime, leave everything
exactly as you found it.
Uh.
Fouad Sphinx, the talented Middle-Eastern pantomimist
has just been found in his swank suite at the Oasis Hotel.
- Alive? - Barely, Batman.
He's been severely pummeled about the head and shoulders
by someone answering the description of King Tut.
Furthermore, he was tied up in the classic tradition.
Sphinx, Oasis, Middle-Eastern.
You think it could mean something?
Chances are, it could be a clue. Let's go, Robin.
Meanwhile in Tut's hideout at the Pyramid Club
a shattered road-house in an under-developed suburb..
Hiya, Tut, baby. What's shaking?
Batman's head, unless I missed my guess.
Can we get up now?
My back hurts.
You may rise.
Oh, be it ever so humble.
- What's with him? - 'Please, Neila.'
You may be goddess of the Nile
but I am your king.
And soon, I will claim my queen.
The lovely Lisa Carson.
'Daughter of wealthy socialite, Johnny Carson'
'will appear at the Egyptian ball tonight as Cleopatra.'
Her escort will be millionaire Bruce Wayne
as Julius Caesar.
Come. Observe.
Millionaire Bruce Wayne.
Yuck.
Tonight, he'll lose his queen to me.
The king.
Oh, pulchritudinous.
Just as I have envisioned her down through the centuries.
And tonight... she will be mine alone.
And where does that leave me?
You could always be a lady in waiting.
- Well, I thought.. - Silence, Tutlings.
I have been reincarnated, as the whole world knows
and now, so has the lovely Cleopatra.
Meanwhile, the Caped Crusaders
Bat-climb their way to Fouad Sphinx's hotel suite.
Suzy Knickerbocker. What are you doing in Gotham City?
I go where the action is, Batman.
The Caribbean, the Riviera, the Greek Islands.
Wherever there is glamor, that's where I am.
I'm afraid you'll find it pretty quiet here then.
Oh, I don't know, Boy Wonder.
I hear millionaire Bruce Wayne is really one of the hippies.
All that marvelous money and fantastic Wayne Manor.
Stately Wayne Manor. Mr. Wayne is basically
a very serious young man.
Sometimes those serious ones fool you.
Batman, I think that's a darling little costume you're wearing.
Where did you get it? In London or Rome?
No, I believe in patronizing local craftsman.
There's a guy who makes great capes and cowls
right here in Gotham City.
I think you two belong in my column.
I'll slip you in between Acapulco and Princess Grace.
Holy jet set.
Imagine us in Suzy Knickerbocker's column, Batman.
An unlikely spot for two mundane crime fighters.
And speaking of crime fighting--
I adored seeing both of you.
I wonder who they really are.
Probably a couple of international playboys.
I mean, who else would climb walls?
[instrumental music]
Ah, the Caped Crusaders.
We left everything just as we found it
per Commissioner Gordon's instructions.
Good work, officer.
Ah, that must be the talented pantomimist in question.
How do you feel, Mr. Sphinx?
How do I look, Batman?
King Tut is a very muscular fellow.
What did King Tut say?
He said, "You got my message?"
- Was there anything else? - Yes.
He left you a note.
It's in my pocket here.
It's written in an ancient tongue, Robin.
- Circa 1300 B.C. - King Tut's era.
Yes. This will require further study. To the Bat-cave.
- Batman. - Yes, Mr. Sphinx.
Do you think it'll be alright if someone untied me now?
I'm getting a little cramped.
Of course. Officer, untie this poor fellow.
[intense music]
[Bat-computer clicking]
"I, the great King Tut, have returned to Gotham City
to wreak revenge on Batman and his accursed companion."
Hey, that's me!
"And next in importance to claim my own."
His own what?
That is the question.
[intense music]
Commissioner, we've just deciphered the scroll.
Um-hmm. Um-hmm. A-ha.
I knew that he'd be after you and Robin
but "to claim his own", what does it mean?
Whatever his plan, commissioner
with the ancient Egyptian Ball being held tonight
I have a feeling our evil friend may put in an appearance there.
I'll have a cordon police in attendance and to keep them
from being noticed, they'll be attired as Egyptians.
I want seven of your best men at the ball tonight
in Egyptian raiment.
Gotham City's finest?
Dressed up like a bunch of heathens?
May the saints preserve us.
[intense music]
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Don't you ninnies understand that I want Batman and Robin
to show up at the ball tonight?
What happens when you show up at the ball?
You underestimate your sovereign's think tank.
I have, this day, delivered to a certain address in Gotham City
a replica of the royal robes and mask of the great King Tut.
Mayor Linseed is away on one of his frequent visits
to the Asian front.
But Deputy Mayor Zorty is acting in his stead.
Tonight, he will be I!
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering]
What are you doing? Take your hands off. This is an outrage.
Tell that to the commissioner.
What in the world..
[applause]
Before you, my queen.
[trumpet music]
[applause]
Good work, men. You got him.
The city's no longer in peril.
The city may not be in peril, O'Hara.
But you and your clumsy clowns are.
Uh-oh!
If it's who I think it is, I think it is
I'll be back poundin' a beat and so would you, commissioner.
Unhand him, gentlemen.
[gasps] It's himself!
Deputy Mayor Zorty.
We all owe you an apology, sir.
We had a report that King Tut was back in town.
I'm not blaming you, Gordon, you were just doing your duty.
But what about the real King Tut?
Well, no doubt, this subterfuge is part of his plot.
He may be at the ball at this moment.
Go back there, men. On the double.
This time, get the right king, or you O'Hara
and the rest of you will be back pounding a beat again.
[trumpet music]
[Middle-Eastern music]
Would you look at her?
Every inch, a queen.
[moaning]
[instrumental music]
You're right. It's Tut.
We'll play this cautiously, Dick. Watch and wait.
Do you boys know that man?
If he's who we think he is, we do.
And if we do, we'll deal with him.
- Mr. Wayne. - Yes.
We're from the police.
We're been ordered to apprehend the man disguised as King Tut.
- Oh, yes, I know. - Is something wrong?
Don't worry, Aunt Harriet.
Well spoken, noble Mark.
- We've a plan, if you help us. - Of course.
See those men over there? They're also police.
The king seems to be attracted to the queen, Cleopatra.
You can say that again.
If you can get that lady to dance with the king
steer him over to that exit
we could capture him quietly without disturbing the others.
I'll try to oblige.
By your leave, your highness.
[music continues]
It's an honor to dance with you, Your Majesty.
I know it is.
Not every young girl gets a chance
to wrap her arms around the king.
Oh!
¶ Fall to your toes
My! What a short dance.
Yes. It isn't like Lisa to go off with a stranger.
Mr. Wayne, have you seen King Tut?
Yes, the police just took him away. Or did they?
- We're the police. - Notify the commissioner.
Dick, come on.
Mercy, gracious sakes alive!
[intense music]
I placed a tracking device on Lisa's clothes, Robin.
[beeping]
See here?
Watch closely.
[tracking device beeping]
It stopped.
We're zeroed in on them, Robin.
[intense music]
Commissioner, you've heard the news, of course.
We've located the royal palace.
Undoubtedly, King Tut has taken Ms. Carson there.
The Pyramid Club.
A shuttered roadhouse in an underdeveloped suburb.
I'm sorry, sir. Robin and I'd better attempt this ourselves.
The girl's life is in danger.
This mission has to be accomplished quietly.
[intense music]
But in his hideout, in the shuddered Pyramid Club
King Tut plans some noise of his own.
But I'm not Cleopatra.
I'm Lisa Carson.
I live right here in Gotham City.
On the fashionable lower east side of the upper west side.
Your home is on the Nile.
I've never been to the Nile.
And I'm never going.
Fate and I, we'll take you there.
Look, if this is some kind of a joke, I've had enough.
Who are you anyway?
Who am I?
He he he!
Tut! Master of thieves. King of the Nile.
Moon God of Thoth, that's just on Mama's side of the family.
I have a wealthy father and he'll pay anything to let me go.
There's not enough money in all the world
to rob me of the rapture of having my queen by my side.
You're not going to have me by your side, ever.
I wonder how a little stay in the royal dungeon
(Tut) 'would affect you.'
'Strange how that clammy enclosure'
can have a warming effect on people.
Jester, Lord Chancellor.
[indistinct]
[intense music]
[tires screeching]
Bolted tight.
Shall we try the Bat-melter on the lock?
No, Robin, we must find other means.
You stay here and watch the door.
I'll see what I can find above.
[Middle-Eastern music]
Mission accomplished, your highness.
She's locked up, alright.
Though it sure seems like a waste of money.
Though it's none of my business, I guess.
You're right, royal jester. It's none of your business.
That's no guess.
[intense music]
[Middle-Eastern music]
If that girl in the dungeon ain't kiddin'
there could be a fortune in this.
What? What do you know. The first robin of spring.
Let's take him to the head bird watcher.
The king himself.
[intense music]
Oh! A bird of prey.
Tie him up!
Ah! Wait a minute.
If the caped crum is here, the cowled creep
can't be far behind.
(Batman) 'That's right, Tut.'
[intense music]
[music continues]
Now, what shall we do with our mortal enemies
who shan't be mortal much longer?
Ah! I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
For the moment, we'll leave Boy Wonder tied up
to decide his ultimate fate.
But as for Batman, open the royal sarcophagus.
Put him in it.
Friends, Egyptians, henchmen
lend me your ears.
I come to bury Batman, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them.
The good is often tarried with their bones.
'So let it be with Batman.'
[intense music]
[engine whirring]
[music continues]
It isn't that I love you any less, Batman.
Simply that I love me more.
Hmm?
Bubble, bubble, little bat.
'At the bottom of the vat.'
Your wings will dry
and soon you'll fly
to the great big belfry in the sky.
It appears to be a death worse than fate!
Batman has been in sticky situations before.
But never like this.
And what of Robin, who's fit to be tied?
Is this Batman's Waterloo?
Tune in tomorrow, same Bat-time
same Bat-Channel, at your own risk.
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