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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.

He's fantastic.

You know, there's something awfully familiar about that boy.

Excuse me, are you Kit Martin?

That's right.

Could I talk to you for a moment, privately?

Yeah, sure.

See you later, Kit.

How would you like to become an instant millionaire?

Well, who wouldn't? It depends on what I have to do.

Put on this mask.

You're a dead ringer for Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Yeah. So?

With your help, my boy, I can guarantee that we can pull off

the greatest crime of the century and become instant millionaires.

You could buy this circus and ten more like it.

Are you interested?

Sorry, mister, I got a job.

You won't have it long if I let your boss know

that you were in jail at one time for robbery.

All right. What do I have to do?

Turning to the local news.

The Arabian oil Minister, Fasil Oran,

is due to arrive shortly at Gotham City Airport.

And we now switch you to our remote unit and roving reporter, Debbie Yamamoto.

Popcorn ready yet, Dick?

Hold your horses, Bruce. It's coming.

Fasil Oran has just arrived at Gotham City Airport

with tight police security, under the personal supervision

of Commissioner Gordon.

Oran is here with top secret plans for an oil-finding device

that supposedly will revolutionize the petroleum industry.

Dick, is something… burning?

I hope you like it well done.

Oran is now shaking hands with Commissioner Gordon,

who will escort the minister to his hotel,

where he will meet tomorrow morning with top city officials

to discuss the new invention.

My mouth was watering for some hot buttered popcorn.

Well, it's hot.

Would you like me to butter it?

And here come Batman and Robin…

Batman and Robin?

…who are taking the minister to their car.

Commissioner Gordon appears somewhat stunned by the whole thing,

and is now going after the Dynamic Duo.

Let's go, Dick. We'll take the Batcopter.

Right behind you, Bruce.

We'll check every road leading from the airport.

Those impostors won't get very far in that phony Batmobile.

Roger, Batman.

I'll use the infrared binoculars.

I demand to know where you are taking me.

You are not Batman. Who are you?

Let me put it this way, Mr. Oran.

Before the night is over,

I will be one of the wealthiest men in the world.

What about this car? It sticks out like a sore thumb.

Don't worry, my boy. I've thought everything.

See anything, Robin?

Nothing yet, Batman.

Holy corncobs. We're really out in the sticks.

No traffic at all.

I'll swing around and we'll try Highway 31.

Have no fear,

Bat-Mite is…

Oops. Better try that again.

Have no fear—

Bat-Mite, will you take a powder?

We're busy.

I was only trying to help.

You can help us later, Bat-Mite.

Never mind. I know when I'm not wanted.

Ta-ta.

Holy dragsters!

There's a car moving fast right below us, Batman.

I'll drop down for a closer look.

It's Batman and Robin.

Nothing to worry about, my boy.

They're looking for the Batmobile.

Looks harmless.

Maybe we'd better check it out, Robin.

Batman, the Bat-Signal.

The Commissioner. We'd better see what he wants.

Have a good evening, Dynamic Dummies.

Look, I know you're innocent, and you know you're innocent.

Unfortunately, the Arabs who were with the minister

when he was grabbed know only what they saw.

And what they saw looked exactly like Batman and Robin.

Look at this,

"Batman and Robin, hunted by police." Ha!

Everyone is screaming for justice, and until we get this thing cleared up,

I'm afraid we'll have to lock you both up.

Holy jailbirds, Commissioner.

You can't mean that.

I have no other choice, Robin.

Give us two hours to find the impostors, Commissioner.

I don't know, Batman.

I think I know who one of them is.

Matt Hagen. Otherwise known as Clayface.

Clayface. Of course.

No one else could pull this off but him.

All right, Batman. You've got two hours. No more.

Yes?

I have released Mr. Oran, Commissioner,

but the plans for the oil device are now in my possession.

I will return them intact for $10 million,

and you have one hour to do it.

Did you hear me, Commissioner?

I heard you, Clayface.

- But you'll never— - One hour.

I'll be in touch to tell you where and how I want the money.

That was Clayface.

He's giving us one hour to come up with $10 million for the plans.

That's all the time we'll need, Commissioner.

And I'll make sure that that one hour will be the longest

in the Dynamic Duo's career.

Robin, there's no one in that truck.

Holy vacancy!

Robin, take the controls. I'm going aboard that truck.

I've got it.

Be careful, Batman.

The brakes are gone.

I'm going to ride it out.

Roger.

I'll put on the siren and ride ahead of you.

My only chance now is to find a nice, soft landing spot.

That sand pile might be just what I'm looking for.

Holy TKO! He's out cold.

Oh… My head…

Who… Who are you?

"Who am I"? Holy short memories, Batman.

This is no time for jokes.

What did you call me?

Batman.

You're Batman and I'm Robin. Don't you remember?

I can't remember a thing.

Including my name.

Holy forget-me-nots.

You must have amnesia.

I'd better get you back to the Batcave right away.

I'm afraid we've got a problem, Batcomputer.

Batman hit his head, and now he's got amnesia.

Amnesia? My, that is a problem.

You've got to help him, Batcomputer.

I can cure him of the amnesia, but it will take time.

We've got less than an hour to prove our innocence to those oil dudes.

I'll take care of Batman and contact you when he's recovered.

Right. I'll take the Batcopter and see if Batgirl can lend me a hand.

This must be the Batcave.

Where am I?

You are in the Batcave.

A talking computer?

I must be going nuts.

I couldn't have planned this better myself.

Now I'll find out who Batman really is.

- Who are you? - Ah, how soon they forget.

I am Clayface.

Clayface? Do I know you?

You used to know me.

And this is the moment I've been waiting for

for a very long time.

I don't understand.

I'm going to find out who you really are,

and your career as a crime fighter will be over forever.

Now, let's see who you really are, Batman.

Boy, are you ugly. Sheesh!

Come back, you little twerp!

I am preparing a formula

that will restore your memory shortly, Batman.

Show yourself, Bat-Mite.

I'll find you if I have to turn this room upside down.

Here I am, dummy face.

You're going to eat those words, peewee.

Oh, boy, I think it's time I took a powder.

I got him! I captured Clayface!

Oh, boy. Wait till Batman hears this.

Your antidote is working, Batcomputer.

My memory's coming back.

You should have complete recovery very quickly, Batman.

Hello, Bat-Mite.

Batman, you remember me.

You're unforgettable, Bat-Mite.

Oh, boy, I almost forgot. I captured Clayface.

You captured Clayface?

You think I'm kidding, huh?

Come on, Batman. I'll show you.

You sure this is where you left him, Bat-Mite?

Sure I'm sure.

Well, he was an eagle the last time I saw him.

Maybe he flew back to Capistrano.

That mouse. It's Clayface.

- Bat-Mite, you— - I'm not going in there.

It's too dark and spooky.

I'll keep you company on this walkie-talkie.

You're not afraid, are you, Bat-Mite?

Me afraid? Of course not.

I was just figuring out my strategy.

Batman? Are you there?

Right here, Bat-Mite.

You'd better get moving.

I don't want Clayface to get away.

Why do I get all the crummy jobs?

Holy secret identities!

We know Clayface posed as Batman, Batgirl,

but the big question is, who's impersonating me?

I saw someone just recently that reminded me of you, Robin,

and now I can't remember where.

I hope Batman's amnesia isn't catching.

Now I remember.

I was at the circus yesterday.

A young trapeze artist by the name of Kit Martin.

He could've been your twin.

Let's check it out.

Try your skill. Try your skill, ladies and gentlemen.

Wow! That guy is something else.

That makes it even harder to understand

why he would get mixed up with someone like Clayface.

Maybe we've got the wrong person.

We'll find out soon enough. Here he comes.

Could we talk to you a minute, Kit?

Uh… Oh, sure, is something wrong?

We just want to ask you a few questions.

Well, I— I have to get ready for the finale.

It'll just take a second.

Have you ever seen this man?

No, no.

I've never seen him in my life. Uh…

Can you tell us where you were earlier this evening?

Well, this evening? Well, I—

Look, why are you asking me all these questions?

I haven't done anything.

Then why won't you answer our questions?

Kit!

Batman, he changed into a jackrabbit.

A jackrabbit? What's he doing?

Running like crazy.

Well, go after him.

I've got to know where he comes out.

Why do I always get the crummy jobs?

Take the other ladder, Batgirl.

There's not a whole lot of places he can go up there.

Give it up, Kit.

You're only making things worse.

You can't get away, Kit.

Make it easy on yourself, Kit.

I'm not going back to prison, ever.

Kit, listen to us.

You feel like talking to us now, Kit?

Yeah. What's the use?

No one will help me anyway.

Why did you get mixed up with an evil character like Clayface?

He said he'd tell my boss I'm an ex-con.

Things were just starting to happen for me,

and I didn't want to blow it.

Look, I know I made a mistake.

And I'd like to make up for it.

I'll help you any way I can.

Thanks, Kit. We could use your help.

Batman, Clayface came out near the lake.

Good work, Bat-Mite.

I'll take it from here.

He turned into a dolphin. He swam out into the lake.

Roger, Bat-Mite.

I'll find him.

Here's Mr. Oran's blueprints for the oil device, Commissioner.

And I'm sorry I ever got mixed up in this mess.

Robin and Batgirl spoke very highly of you, Kit.

And we appreciate your help in recovering these papers.

Oh, there's one thing more, Commissioner.

I was supposed to deliver this to Clayface before midnight.

He says it's medicine, and he said it was very important.

Holy Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!

I'll bet that's the formula he uses to enable him to change.

You're right, Robin.

And if he doesn't take some before midnight,

his powers to transform are gone.

Kit, do you have any idea where he is?

He said he'd call me and tell me where to bring the stuff.

All I know is that he was after Batman.

Holy amnesia!

I completely forgot about Batman.

Let's go. He may need our help.

Time I made a little change of my own.

He's starting to pull away.

I'd better fire up the jetpack.

Well, I've got a little surprise for him.

Here is mud in your eye, Clayface.

There's two large objects down there, Robin.

One must be the Bat-Sub.

I'm getting a strong metal sounding.

What's the other one?

Could be a fish. A big fish.

I'll try Batman again on the radio.

Batman, this is Robin.

Do you read me? Over.

Loud and clear, Robin. Where are you?

Directly above you. Where's Clayface?

He's kind of in the dark right now, Robin.

What time do you have, Batman?

One minute to midnight. Why ask?

Clayface has to rejuvenate himself

with some kind of potion every 24 hours,

or he loses his ability to change.

We've got the potion,

and his 24 hours expires at midnight.

Clayface told me he couldn't swim.

If he changes down there—

Batman, I think Clayface is gonna need your help.

He can't swim.

That is a problem in 40 feet of water.

I'll get him.

- Drop the rescue sling. - Roger.

There they are.

Bring him up.

Well, your career of crime is over, Hagen.

Thanks to our Caped Crusaders here.

- I helped too, you know. - And so did Kit.

Well, it's the least I could do to try and make up

for what could have been the biggest mistake of my life.

The important thing is you realized your mistake, Kit.

And your mistake is thinking I won't be back.

Nobody puts Clayface away for very long.

Get him out of here.

Hey, Clayface.

Let's see you turn into a jailbird.

Bat-message.

Those secret plans for the oil-finding device

are back in safe hands.

And Clayface looks like he's found a new home.

By the way, Batman,

- how's your head? - My head?

You had amnesia, remember?

Oh, amnesia?

Right.

I forgot about that.

Ah. I wonder if she likes short guys.