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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 crime, the Clock King.

Batburgers 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.

NARRATOR".
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.

It's 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.

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.

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.

I know I'm intruding
on two very busy officials.

Intruding, Mrs. Cooper? Heh.

My door is always open to a lady
as charming as yourself.

And we do have Bruce Wayne
in common, don't we?

Upstanding 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 7-ish?

Very informal,
and bring your wives, of course.

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?

Ah. 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... Oh.

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.

- Sevenish, then?
- Yes, indeed, 7-ish.

- On the dot.
- Goodbye. Goodbye.

Good bye.

What about Batman?

He wanted to tell us that he had
successfully escaped a vicious trap...

set for him by the Clock King.
- Hmm.

But that evil adversary
is still at large...

and no doubt
planning something even, hmm...

more monstrous.

- Uniforms.
- Check.

Everything ready for the big job,
Your Highness.

This sure is tingling.

Everything, including this box
and its 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.

Thank you.

I deserve it, of course, but I thank you.

Time to go to work.

First I want to 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 will 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 that you wanted me
to put the little 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.

Your Highness, I'm sorry.
I never thought 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...

and 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 a little 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 Batcomputer...

and see if we can get the data...

on the mysterious Mr. Smith
Clock King mentioned.

Hmm, I sure hope so.

Boy, what I'd give to know where Clock King
is right at this very minute.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, up in the Wayne living room...

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 a minute to lose.

It won't take long.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, down in the Batcave...

Gosh, if we get the correct information...

we'll have the Clock King
right where we want him.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, up in the Wayne living room...

Meanwhile, down in the Batcave...

It won't be long now, Batman.

NARRATOR".
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!

Help! Alfred!

- It's the little old lady, Your Highness.
- Dick Grayson's aunt.

I think we better take her along with us.

Alfred!

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, down in the Batcave...

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, Your Highness.
What do we put her in?

Take these. I'll take care of her.

No. Help, Alfred!

You... You called, madam?

Holy hijackers.

Clock King and his Second Hands
robbing Wayne Manor.

Why, the brazen...

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.

Quick. Out to the car.

I think I'm going to faint.

It's all right, Aunt Harriet.
They're gone now.

- They won't come back. Sit down. Sit down.
- Imagine me being a hostage.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm sorry I wasn't of much help, sir.

They gave me rather a bad time
when they entered.

That's quite all right, Alfred.

Would you just see Mrs. Cooper
up to her room, please, Alfred?

Certainly, sir.

Here we go, madam.

There. That's right.

Are we gonna let them get away
just like that?

By the time we got down to the Batmobile,
they'd be long gone, Dick.

At least they didn't get away with my private
collection of antique pocket watches.

Hmm. He seemed more concerned
with that clock that they had.

Maybe it could be a lead, Bruce.
Wherever it came from.

I still think the mysterious Mr. Smith
will provide the lead we need.

Let's get back to the Batcave.

How about this?

Sable Sam Smith who specializes
in stealing valuable furs?

Sorry, Robin.
He's serving a jail term right now.

Here's one. Gibralter Smith.

Alias "Smitty Smith the Safecracker."

Smitty Smith was recently arrested
for armed robbery.

He's back pounding rocks.

I can just see him now.

Old Smitty Smith.

He used to be a real 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.

What connection could there be
between a blacksmith and Clock King?

A blacksmith and a big-clock crime.

A blacksmith and a big-clock crime.

Blacksmith. Big clock.

- Black...
- 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 5:00.

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.

The only building facing the clock tower
is that one with the rooftop heliport.

Right, Robin.

His real objective must be the heliport.

Someone or something of value must be
arriving at the heliport at exactly 5:00.

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 A.S.C. Corporation.

Uh, 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 lift-off.

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 5:00.

But what use would a cesium clock
be to Clock King?

Lots of use, Robin.

He could be holding the A.S.C. up
for ransom...

because a cesium clock is worth
at least a million dollars.

We've no time to lose.

To the tower.

Atomic batteries to power.

- Turbines to speed.
- Roger. Ready to move out.

What a setup.

But why do you want me here, Clock King?

Any man wants a beautiful woman at his
side, Millie, at the climax of his career.

- Gee.
- Get the uniforms out.

We've little time for this whole operation.

Now, these uniforms, forged credentials
and identification badges...

should give us carte blanche
to unload the cesium clock. The box.

- But I still don't understand.
- No questions.

You've already thrown us off schedule.
We haven't got a minute to lose.

Now, at 5:00, when the clock strikes 5...

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 affect 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.

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 roundup time.

Batman, look. His gun.

Holy merry-go-round.

That wild shot has started
the clockworks moving.

Get them before they get you.

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 deal of credit.

Thanks to you, the Clock King
is 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.

Well put, Batman.

And speaking of time, Chief O'Hara and I are
late right now for the birthday party...

Dick Grayson's aunt is 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.
- All right, commissioner.