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NARRATOR". A glorious day for the annual
luncheon of the Gotham City Charity Fund.

Uh-oh. There's trouble on the wing.

- Wait for me.
- Help! Help!

I'm being hijacked by Harry Hooligan!

Please, won't somebody help me?

Foul play in our fair city.

That crooked quack is up to no good.

Citizen Penguin to the rescue.

You foul filcher. A feint.

I'll teach you to prey
on helpless Gothamites.

Penguin, what's going on here?
It's me you should be slugging.

What? Citizen Penguin
molest a minion of the law?

That is inconceivable.

Take care of this poor old man.

The Penguin did what?

Floored a thug
who was holding up a blind news dealer?

Was polite to a police officer?

Saved a baby in a buggy
from being hit by a truck?

And then donated $100,000
to the Gotham City Charity Fund?

You're absolutely sure it was the Penguin?

All right, Simms. Keep an eye on him.

- Did you hear all that, chief?
- That I did, commissioner.

Oh, that feathered fiend must be cooking up
something pretty foul in his bubbling caldron.

There's only one man capable
of unraveling this tangled skein.

Hark, is this a dagger which I see
before me, the handle toward my hand?

Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, yet I see thee still.

It's very nice that you're playing the lead
in Macbeth, Dick...

but don't forget
that you have a civics exam coming up.

- Yeah.
- Besides, Alfred may be getting uncomfortable.

Oh, not at all, sir.
I've always had a fondness for Shakespeare.

One moment, sir.

Yes, commissioner?

I see. We'll be right down.

Civics will have to wait, Dick.
Penguin is up to some new tricks.

Alfred, you may exercise your familiarity
with the Bard.

Did you hear those rumors in the lobby?
The Penguin running for mayor.

- It's a free country, Robin.
- It won't be if he's elected.

Besides, I thought convicted felons were
barred from holding any official office.

I suspect Penguin has done
his civics homework well, Robin...

and has discovered
that Paragraph 34-A of the city charter...

has never been officially repealed.

It specifically allows convicted criminals
to run for public office.

Holy disaster area.

I don't think there's any danger
of the Penguin being elected, Robin.

Hmm.

The people of Gotham City
are not as simpleminded as he might think.

Thirteen, please.

I'm glad you two are here, Dynamic Duo.
I wanted a chance to say goodbye.

I think you tend to overestimate
the Penguin, Mayor Linseed.

The Gotham City News Dealers' Association
doesn't overestimate him.

They endorsed him.

Thanks to those shenanigans he pulled
this afternoon.

The same shenanigans
got him the endorsement...

from the Gotham City Charity Fund.

Not to mention
the East Coast Bird Lovers' Society.

- Commissioner?
- Yeah.

Bonnie.

Send in Gallus, Rooper and Trendek.

Gallus, Rooper, Trendek.

- Take it away, C.F.
- Thank you, E.G.

Now, this is an accurate depiction
of the Gotham City electorate...

as determined
by our famous random sampling method.

Result, 30 percent
stated their preference for Mayor Linseed.

- Sixty percent preferred the Penguin.
- And 7 percent were undecided.

What's the fourth line of the chart?

Ah, yes. That represents two old ladies...

who are backing Harry Goldwinner,
the monarchist candidate.

And that, gentlemen, is the big picture.

Now, if you'll excuse us, we have
an appointment with the other candidate.

Gallus, Rooper, Trendek.

They're never wrong.

It's hopeless.
I can't possibly beat the Penguin.

He'll use every underhanded political trick
in the book.

And he probably knows
more underhanded tricks than even I know.

It is true that the Penguin is
somewhat devious in his methods, but...

No, Batman. I don't have a chance.

- There's only one hope.
- Yes?

You, Batman.

- Me?
- Yes, Batman, you.

You're the only one popular enough to stand
a chance of beating that tricky bird.

The mayor is right, Batman.

The Penguin will try to smear
whoever runs against him.

You're the only man in Gotham City
whose reputation is spotless enough...

to stand up against him.

You've got to run, Batman.

I can run as deputy mayor
on the same ticket with you.

It's the only way we can save Gotham City
from the clutches of that feathered fiend.

To run for mayor
of a great American city like this one...

It's a great responsibility...

but am I worthy of it?

If you're not, nobody is, Batman.

Guardian of the people's trust...

No, no, I'm not worthy of it.

You're the only man in Gotham City who is,
Batman.

- You've got to accept, Batman.
- We're the representatives of the people.

And we call upon you to save Gotham City from
the horrible fate of the Penguin as mayor.

Very well.

I accept the call of the people.

Hooray for Batman! Batman for mayor!

- Hooray! Hooray!
- Hooray! Ha, ha!

NARRATOR". Not far away,
at Penguin Campaign Headquarters...

Hey, Penguin, vote for him.

All together!

For he's a jolly good Penguin

For he's a jolly good Penguin

For he's a jolly good Penguin

Which nobody can deny

All right, back to work, everybody.

When we're through with this campaign,
even Mayor Linseed will vote for me.

Gee, I wish I was old enough
to vote for you, Mr. Penguin.

Don't worry, little one,
you'll get your chance on my fourth term.

Quick, the latest figures.
How much of a lead do I have in the polls?

- None.
- None?

Well, just three hours ago...

you told me that I had 60 percent
of the electorate.

- That was a pre-Batman poll.
- Since Batman announced his candidacy...

- Fifty-five percent favor Batman.
Thirty-five percent favor the Penguin.

Seven percent are undecided.

And 3 percent are still backing
Harry Goldwinner, the monarchist candidate.

So old Pointy Ears has thrown his cowl
into the ring, huh?

Good. Once and for all,
I'll settle matters with that masked moron.

And when I finish with him...

he won't garner enough votes
to be elected dogcatcher.

Hold it. All workers
double the assessments.

Triple the size of the posters.

Quadruple the number of campaign buttons.

We'll give the voters of this city
the kind of campaign that they want.

Plenty of girls and bands and slogans
and lots of hoopla.

But remember, no politics.

Issues confuse people.

See, a big smile, hearty handshake,
a very catchy campaign song.

That's the way to win an election.
Quack, quack, quack.

NARRATOR". Meanwhile,
at Batman Campaign Headquarters...

Don't you think we should make them
a little bigger, Batman?

I think these are quite
large enough, Robin.

After all, the voters are interested
in issues, not in window dressing.

Sure, Batman, but a little showmanship
wouldn't hurt us any.

No, Robin.

I wanna conduct a campaign
that deals with the issues.

I'm convinced the American electorate
is too mature...

to be taken in by cheap
vaudeville trickery.

After all, if our national leaders were
elected on the basis of tricky slogans...

brass bands and pretty girls...

our country would be in a terrible mess,
wouldn't it?

I'm sure you don't remember me, Batman.
I'm Harriet Cooper, Dick Grayson's aunt.

Of course I remember you, Mrs. Cooper.
Welcome to campaign headquarters.

Oh, you always say exactly the right thing.

And I'm sure you're going to do exactly the
right thing for the people of this great city:

win the election
and be an outstanding mayor.

I'm going to try.

The Penguin must be beaten at all costs.

And I know costs run high
in a political campaign.

Perhaps this will help.

Too generous.

Not for such an important cause.

This is just my little way
of taking an interest in politics.

As all good citizens should.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

Bye.

Holy bank balance.

It's because of people like Aunt...

Mrs. Cooper that our cause
must not fail, Robin.

Mm.

NARRATOR".
And so the campaign begins.

Hey, you, that's against the law.

Well, chief,
how does the campaign look to you?

I just don't know, commissioner.

At first I thought Batman was a shoo-in.

But that blasted bird
has put on a fantastic campaign.

There's nowhere in Gotham City
doesn't have one of his ugly posters.

I just don't know, commissioner.

Hi there. How are you?

Hello, Batman. We came down for your rally,
and we're with you all the way.

- Thank you. I appreciate your support.
- We brought our babies for you to kiss.

- I'm afraid I can't do that.
- What?

It's a rather unsanitary habit, you see.

Babies that small are very susceptible
to germs.

- My child, unsanitary?
- That's not what I meant.

A politician that won't kiss babies?
That's outrageous.

I admit it's rather unusual, but...

It's more than unusual.
It's downright suspicious.

It's more than suspicious.
It's downright criminal.

What can you expect from a fake politician
like Batman?

Well, little darling.

Oh, little darling.

There's the little darling.

Where's the other one? Quack, quack.

Let me see the other one. Oh!

How could anyone not love such a sweet,
darling, beautiful child as yours, madam?

Anyone except Batman, that is.

I'm giving him a little kissy-kissy.

Don't tell me you good voters
are going to go to the Batman rally.

I wouldn't go to his rally if you paid me.
The man's a child-hater.

That's right. Down the block and to the
right. The Penguin rally is in full sway.

Count us in. You can't trust
a guy who doesn't like kids.

You slimy snake in the polls.
That was a dirty, low-down trick.

Right you are, Masked Muttonhead.
It's one of my lowest.

Politics is wonderful.

I can use all my lowest, slurpiest tricks,
but now they're legal.

Oh, I should have been a politician
years ago.

Bear in mind, Robin...

that most politicians
are honest servants of the people.

The dishonest ones are the exception.

As candidate for mayor of Gotham City...

I hope that this campaign...

will be a sober discussion...

of basic issues.

I'm glad to see so many citizens who are
concerned about their city's welfare...

and interested in its problems.

I wish Batman would put a little more zip
in his speech.

- Chief. Chief.
- Hmm... Hmm? Huh? Oh.

Sorry, commissioner.

Couldn't you get Batman to agree
to one little brass band?

Batman feels that a political campaign should
not be a vaudeville show, Mayor Linseed.

But this isn't a political campaign.
This is a funeral service.

I know my opponent is having a rally
down the street.

I hope that he too will address himself...

to basic issues.

Champagne for everybody.

- Hooray for Penguin!
- Hooray for Penguin!

Hooray for me! Quack, quack.

Vote for Penguin, yes, sirree
He's the bird for you and me

Clean up Gotham, one, two, three
So cast your vote for Pengy

Friends and fellow Gothamites
The Penguin platform is simple

Extremism in defense of vice
Moderation in pursuit of virtue

My friends,
the Penguin Party stands for mother...

country...

the flag...

It's such a pleasure to hear plain,
honest talk from a candidate...

instead of the usual
political mumbo jumbo.

And class!

Holy giveaways, Batman.

No wonder we couldn't get anyone
at our rally.

Penguin was serving free champagne
down the block.

To each his own, Robin.

Penguin depends upon the cynicism
of the people...

while I depend on their good judgment.

Let's just hope that I'm right.

What's on our agenda
for the rest of the day?

You're scheduled to address two fraternal
orders and a women's garden club.

Which is first?

The Grand Order of Occidental Nighthawks.

They called and asked you
to speak to the members.

The Grand Order
of Occidental Nighthawks...

I wonder if there's any particular
significance to that name.

After all, there's more to Penguin's caper
than just running for mayor.

If he wins, he'll bleed Gotham City dry.

The Grand Order of Occidental Nighthawks.

Wanna feed it to the Bat Analyzer
and see what we get?

That won't be necessary, Robin.

G-O-O-N.

Welcome, Batman, to the Grand
Order of Occidental Nighthawks.

Thank you. It's always a
pleasure to talk to the voters.

Our members can hardly wait.

Those faces look awfully familiar, Batman.

You're right, Robin.

I recognize three of them
from the Gotham City police files.

- I smell a rat.
- Two rats, Boy Wonder.

Can you guess who the cats are?

All right, Batman.
Enough with the fancy umbrella play.

Since you're so eager to discuss the
weighty issues in the campaign, Batman...

we've fixed up a
little surprise for you.

Well, Batman, it looks like
the Penguin put the election on ice, huh?

What's going on here?

This is outrageous.

How dare you threaten the life
of a political candidate?

That's an outrage, I say.

Oh. An outrage.

Look at that. As the ice melts...

Batman and Robin will sink
lower and lower into this vat.

It's a vat of sulfuric acid. Ooh.
How horrendous.

I intend to summon the police
this very instant.

Uh... Oh, dear me.

I seem to have run out of dimes.

Quack! How tragic.

Well, don't fear, Batman.

I shall run to the police station myself.

If I hurry, I should be there
in three or four hours at the most, hmm?

I am off and running.

Citizen Penguin to the rescue.