Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders Page #2

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Holy crumbling infrastructure!

Robin, time to use

our trusty Batzooka!

Holy trench warfare!

Tin foil?

What does it mean, Batman?

We were foiled, Robin.

A taunt from

our arrogant adversaries.

But in their hubris, they may have left

a clue to the location of their lair.

This machine contains the information

of two sets of encyclopedias.

It'll be able to collect and

analyze data in mere seconds.

Holy Einstein!

That's a lot of brain power.

Amorphous

semi-crystalline layers.

Starch.

More precisely, gravy.

So what does it mean?

Take all the clues together,

the foil, the gravy...

Holy Salisbury steak!

- That could only mean...

- Right again, old chum.

The Fitzsimmons TV dinner factory

is where they're holed up.

Let's go.

I say!

It is patently preposterous,

you pretentious poser!

With this ray we can multiply

money, diamonds, females... heh...

I wouldn't expect you to

understand, you boorish bird.

Only those who view crime as

an art form have true vision.

Right, joker?

Oh, don't drag me into your

tedious tete-a-tete.

As long as the punch line

is funny, I don't care.

Enough caterwauling.

None of it will matter if Batman

stops us, like he always does.

Oh, dear me.

Someone's being a touchy tatty.

Ooh! Why the bad humor,

Catwoman?

I'm just saying we need Batman on our

side if we want to truly thrive.

My greatest joy as a super crook

is confounding that cowled clod!

Still, you do have a point.

But how do you turn

a bat into a rat?

I call it Batnip.

One scratch, and mass muscles

will be mine to manipulate.

That's been tried before,

by better crooks than you.

Watch your tongue.

No one challenges

the Princess of plunder.

It will work, I guarantee it.

Now, quickly...

No doubt

he's already on his way.

Feisty feline.

Soon you'll be a diva declawed.

With those four felons possibly

hiding in wait for us,

we don't dare

use the front door.

Really feeling the burn

in the legs, Batman.

That ballet practice

took a lot out of me.

Thus supporting my suspicion

you've been focusing too much on your

upper-body strength during workouts.

Gee whiz, I have been spending

a lot of time on my biceps.

A frozen TV dinner factory.

Appropriate, as you'll all soon be put

on ice in Gotham state penitentiary.

Show yourselves.

Oh, stop me if

you've heard this one, Batman.

Why don't eggs tell jokes?

Because they

crack each other up.

You need new material.

Fools! Get them.

One last time, Catwoman,

I implore you to turn

yourself in without a fight.

You will be

gentle with me, Batman?

You have my assurance I will handle you...

Personally.

That sounds divine.

I'd like that very much.

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