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Greetings, Bat-fans. This is Batman.

And Robin, the Boy Wonder.

And me too, Bat-Mite.

Welcoming you to The New Adventures of Batman.

Watch us wage our never-ending battle of good versus evil.

Ride with us as we chase the greatest array of villains

the world has ever seen,

proving that crime does not pay.

Get set for thrills and action.

Join me, Batman.

And me, Robin, the Boy Wonder.

And Batgirl.

And me too, Bat-Mite.

In the super New Adventures of…

… Batman.

And now with the Nightly News,

here is Gotham City's number one anchorman,

Boyd Baxter.

Good evening.

The top story tonight is the worsening oil shortage

being felt across the nation

and here in our very own Gotham City.

As the thermometer continues to drop,

energy officials assure us

that a train load of much needed heating oil

is headed our way and…

And it will never arrive.

All right, Clayface,

let's get to work.

We have a lot of oil to collect.

Clayface, it's working purr-fectly.

Couldn't be better, and this is only the beginning.

Yes, soon, every drop of oil…

in the country will be ours.

We'll sell this stuff for $100 an ounce.

We'll be so rich, we'll never have to lift a finger again.

Except to count our money.

Eat your heart out, Dickie boy.

There is no way that jalopy of yours can beat mine.

Don't count your chickens yet, Bruce.

- Hiya! Caped Cru— - Bat-Mite, look out!

Yikes!

I can't stop it.

Looks like Bat-Mite won by the seat of his pants, Dick.

Bruce, the Batsignal.

Let's go!

Nobody loves a winner!

Hey, wait for me, guys.

Hi, guys, what's the caper?

That's what we're going to find out, Bat-Mite.

Oh, boy, I hope it's a good one, I'm really in a mood

for some rock-'em-sock-'em action.

I assure you, Mr. Baxter, that the police department

will be working around the clock to stop these oil hijackings.

My viewers are demanding action, Commissioner.

Now what are you gonna do about this?

I've called Batman and Robin into the case.

I'll keep you posted, Mr. Baxter.

This oil disappearing act is driving me nuts, Barbara.

I know someone who can unravel this mystery, Dad.

Of course, Batman and Robin, they're on their way.

Actually, I was thinking of Batgirl.

No, this is far too big for her.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Batgirl can do anything Batman can.

You know, dear, the way you stick up for Batgirl

you'd think she was your twin sister.

What's up, Commissioner?

A train load of crude oil

headed for Gotham City has disappeared, Batman.

Disappeared? You mean stolen.

Yes, vanished into thin air without a trace.

Well, you wanna know what I think?

This could be a big problem with this cold snap

getting worse by the minute, Commissioner.

- I think— - You're telling me.

And that TV newscaster Boyd Baxter

hasn't let me forget it for a second.

You know what I think?

Sounds to me like they're going to rip off a lot more oil

before they're through, and then make a ransom demand.

- Well, I think— - Barbara's right, Commissioner.

How many oil storage depots are there in town?

There are two, Robin.

The biggest one is down near the waterfront

and the other is on the Southside.

Robin, you head for the Southside.

I'll cover the waterfront.

I've got some things to take care of, too, Dad.

As Batgirl.

Well, if you wanna know what I think…

Hey, wait for me, Caped Crusaders!

Holy barking-bow-wows!

Dogs or no dogs, I have to check that tank out fast.

The wire walk.

Leaping lumbago!

There must be an easier way to make a living.

Well, here goes nothing.

Feet, don't fail me now!

Holy no deposit, no return! It's empty.

I'd better get Batman fast.

So here you are, Boy Wonder. I've been looking high and low for—

Get out of the way, Bat-Mite.

Yikes!

Robin!

The Bat-tramp should do the trick.

Wow!

It's Batgirl!

Batgirl, how did you know where to find me?

There's no time to tell you now, Robin.

Batman may need our help down at the waterfront.

That's right, come on!

Well, you wanna know what I think?

Hey, wait for me, guys!

Okay, okay, nobody's perfect.

There's the oil storage tank.

And there's Catwoman and Clayface.

All right, you two…

Cardboard!

So they are, Batbungler,

but I'm for real.

Careful, Clayface.

Not too tight.

I want Batman to see how cleverly

we drain Gotham City dry.

Now you're coming with us, Batman.

Thanks anyway, Catwoman, but this is where I get off.

Hey, you!

Batman, are you okay?

Yes, but I'll feel a lot better when we've nabbed Catwoman and Clayface.

They're up there.

Not anymore, look!

Holy endangered species!

Clayface turned himself into an eagle.

So long, Batman!

We'll be seeing you again!

Let's go!

Oh, boy, those sappy villains don't stand a…

chance!

Wow!

I've never seen wheels move as fast as Catwoman's Kitty Car.

Hold on to your socks, Robin.

You haven't seen anything yet.

If there's anything I can't stand…

it's tailgating!

Especially when it's my tail.

Holy litterbugs, Batman!

Look out!

Uh-oh. I better take an off-ramp fast.

I don't feel good.

Oh, boy!

Congratulations, Catwoman!

You sure gave those crime-fighting creeps the slip.

Batgirl to Dynamic Duo.

You're not going to like this.

Catwoman and Clayface got away!

Terrific!

Holy bad news!

Here's something else I don't think we're gonna like.

Boyd Baxter's newscast.

Well, yet another daring robbery

has drained Gotham City's fuel tanks

and left our shivering city without a drop of oil.

And while the guilty culprits roam our streets,

where is that so-called crime fighter Batman?

What's the matter, Batman?

Or should I say…

chicken-man?

Holy loudmouth!

If he thinks it's so easy, why doesn't he try catching 'em?

Since we've heard nothing from the great Batman on this case,

I've decided to solve it myself.

Hey, I was only kidding.

Your action reporter Boyd Baxter will get results.

You stay tuned for further details.

As Bat-Mite would say…

"Oh, boy, I think we've got big troubles!"

Yes, Commissioner.

Batman, I need your help.

There's a giant super-tanker

full of oil due to arrive at the Gotham City Docks tonight.

This shipment has been kept secret

because of the oil hijackings.

We aren't taking any chances this time.

I want you two to escort the tanker

into the harbor, and keep an eye on things.

Don't worry, Commissioner, we'll be there.

And so will we, Batman.

So will we!

- Systems check, Robin. - All systems optimum.

Hey, Dynamic Duo, wait for dynamic me!

If you guys don't watch out,

I'm gonna start hanging out with Batgirl full-time.

Starting right now.

There's nothing we can do now

but sit tight and wait.

Sorry to run out on you, Dad,

but I have some work to take care of.

And I can only do it as Batgirl.

Hi, Batgirl, what's up?

I'm going to try and find out where Clayface

and Catwoman are hiding all the oil they steal.

There's no problem, with my super sniffer…

I can find it in a second.

No, no, that's all right, Bat-Mite, I…

Bat-Mite, really, I can…

Just follow my nose, Batgirl,

and I guarantee, we'll find oil.

Well, all right, Bat-Mite, just this once.

Where's all this oil you've been talking about, Bat-Mite?

We've been driving for hours.

You're telling me? I'm starting to cramp up.

Hold it.

I think we're getting close.

That way, Batgirl.

You've gotta be kidding!

There's oil up there, I can smell it.

All right.

Here goes nothing.

Oh, my gosh!

- Ooh-ooh. - Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

I thought it might need a little more red.

With these energy shields, Captain,

we're ready for anything Clayface and Catwoman can throw at us.

Yes, but are we ready for this?

Holy boob tube!

- It can't be! - I'm afraid so, Robin.

Boyd Baxter in the flesh.

Oh, boy! That's all we need.

"Oh, boy?"

Well, I think it's a catchy little phrase.

Ah, good evening, Dynamic Duo.

How did you know about this tanker, Baxter?

Well, a good investigative reporter has his sources.

And what I said earlier still goes, Batman.

I'm gonna break this case wide open

and expose the both of you for what you are…

frauds.

Still mad at me, Batgirl?

Well, there was oil there.

Oil paint, Bat-Mite,

not oil.

Nobody's perfect.

I smell oil, Batgirl, a lot of oil.

That way!

Forget it, Bat-Mite, no more wild oil chases.

There, in that condemned building.

You were right, Bat-Mite, there is oil in that building.

A whole crane load of it.

Don't I deserve some kind of reward, Batgirl?

Oh, sure. Thanks, Bat-Mite.

Oh, boy! What a bummer.

Stand by, Catwoman.

Okay, we're in position.

Excellent, Clayface!

Those caped creeps above will never know what happened.

Say, uh, Captain, aren't you nervous

about being in charge of this valuable cargo?

Not with Batman and Robin on board, Mr. Baxter.

I wouldn't be too sure, they haven't done anything right yet.

But don't worry, if anything happens,

I'll be here and I'll be on top of it.

Holy helium!

If we could bottle all that hot air,

Gotham City's energy problem would be licked.

Never mind, Robin, I'm getting a funny feeling

about this whole setup. Come on!

I was afraid of this. Quick, Robin, check the cargo hold.

Holy pipes! The oil's gone.

Mission accomplished, Clayface!

Then let's go home, so we can count our money.

There go Batman and Robin.

Quick, into the chopper.

I have them on sonar, Batman.

Nice work. Prepare to fire magnetic underwater grapple.

Ready, fire!

They snagged us, Catwoman.

I need some help here.

Sorry, Clayface!

But now it's every woman for herself.

No! Wait!

Catwoman's plane!

What a great scoop!

All right, let's nab her.

Batgirl, keep your eyes peeled for the Catplane.

- It's headed your way. - Roger, Batman.

It should be approaching the waterfront any second now.

Batgirl, look, there she is now.

Come on, can't this heap go any faster?

Catwoman is getting away.

Sorry, Mr. Baxter, it's wide open now.

Be careful, Batgirl!

All right, Dynamic Duo.

Get ready for one whale of a surprise!

Holy harpoons!

Here comes Clayface.

Here he comes again.

Bull's-eye! You got him.

Sorry, Clayface, end of the line.

As one woman to another…

I admire your courage, Batgirl.

But I think it's time I showed you

how catty I can really be.

Holy air-sickness!

Batgirl's in big trouble.

Enjoying the ride, Batgirl?

Okay, Catwoman, cut it out.

Don't touch that switch.

Huh?

Hey, don't go running off.

I can't fly this thing.

Oh, oh, my! Oh, gosh! Gosh!

Oh, boy! I've blown it again.

They oughta call me Bat-Klutz.

No, Bat-Mite, you were very brave.

Batgirl!

Batgirl, you're terrific!

And so are you, Bat-Mite.

There's just one problem. Catwoman escaped.

No, she didn't.

She's hung up in that tree down there.

All right, roll the cameras, roll the cameras.

How about a big smile, Catwoman? That's good.

What a complete cat-tastrophe!

This is Boyd Baxter here in front of WGC TV

where I'm talking to Batman, Robin, and Batgirl.

Don't forget Bat-Mite.

Oh, yes. And this little guy here, Bat-Mite.

Well, guys, you finally managed to capture the oil thieves

and it's about time.

However, the whereabouts of an entire boatload of oil…

… is still missing.

And I assure you…

that this investigative reporter…

… will waste no time in finding it.

Holy drips! Now that's what I call fast reporting.

Bat-message!

Clayface and Catwoman made quite a team, Batman.

But a team that didn't know the score, Robin.

Crime never pays!

Well, how do I look, guys?

Is that really you, Bat-Mite?

In the flesh! I got a heavy date with Batgirl.

She's gonna wonder where I've been all her life.

And wherever you've been, she'll probably be thankful.