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Hush, hush, sir.
- You'll do what? - I'll...
We'll have you out as soon as we can Bat-pick this lock, Alfred.
But I don't know your secret. I don't even know who you are.
It's Alfred's emergency belt-buckle Batcall signal.
Very well.
It's a Bat-alert Buzzer connected to the phone in the Batcave as in our other cars. Let's go.
What was that about the Gotham City Times?
And you might take a look at this evening's Gotham City Times.
So tonight is Dick Grayson's night...
Yes, chief.
This? Me?
Guess who this is. Hwah, hwah, hwah!
Really, Penguin, all that waddling around you do...
Ha, ha! I must call him at once and thank him.
Roger.
so she can see what'll happen if she doesn't cooperate.
I'll marry you. Just leave my father alone.
Man the Batradarscope.
you may find yourself in hot water.
You can't imagine such bliss.
We badly need the money for our summer camp.
However, our purpose here is quite serious.
Trust Penguin to have a surefire recipe for pigeon pie. Hwah, hwah, hwah.
Why, Barbara would never consent to marry that scoundrel.
Of course, we could always borrow a hairpin from Batgi...
His umbrellas are closed.
Come on, coach her on her lines.
before the Dynamic Dunderheads put the snatch on me.
- Move it, preach. - I beg your pardon?
Penguin becomes son-in-law of the commissioner.
What does it say?
To the Batmobile.
Well, then I apologize.
I expect we haven't seen the last of her.