Thursday, May 6, 2010

Batman "The Purr-fect Crime" - 1966 Part 2 of 2

With his amazing
Batcups, he
climbed the wall
and escaped!

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The ferocious Batman-eating tiger charged! Batman, with this Bat-quick reflexes, sidestepped ... fumbled in his Batbelt for his Batclaws and put them on his hands ... raced to the wall and ran up it. He slapped his hands hard against the surface and stayed there, a good ten feet off the floor! The amazing Batcups on his Batclaws held him tightly against the wall as the tiger leaped in vain.

Next, using his vast knowledge of audio-engineering, Batman reversed the polarity on his communicator, then increased the audio to 20,000 decibels. The room was filled with an ear-shattering WHINE! The tiger backed into a corner and cowered there. Batman dropped to the floor, opened the door, and escaped into a long corridor, turning off the communicator. He looked around, then stamped on a wall the luminous sigh of the bat.

"My tigers below,
Boy Wonder,
will be fed when
you fall ..."

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Meanwhile, in the Catwoman's evil playroom in the basement, Robin was stretched on a plank suspended over a pit of snarling tigers! On the opposite end of the plank, a clear plastic cylinder, filled with sand, balanced his weight exactly. One move meant horrible death!

"You must be curious, Boy Wonder, why the strange feeding method?" asked Catwoman.

"I'm always interested in the workings of the criminal mind," he replied.

"My pets are orderly beasts and have to be fed on time," explained Catwoman. "So when enough sand runs out, dinner is served!"

"Catwoman, you are not a nice person," said Robin. "You shouldn't let them get so hungry. After all, pets are a responsibility.

She shrugged, pulled the plug from the sand cylinder, and walked away. Slowly, the sand began spilling out.

In the catacombs
Batman saw his
Batsign again -
he was lost!

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In the dimly lit corridor, Batman walked along, trying to find his way out of these catacombs. He came to a cross-corridor and saw his Batsign.

What no, Cowled Crusader? Is it a cul-de-sac?

He started down the corridor to the right, but soon came full circle and saw the Batsign again.

Precious moments lost! There's only one possible way out! He turned and ran up the left-hand passage.

The sand
was escaping!
Below Robin the
tigers paced!

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While the Catwoman's henchmen watched and taunted him, Robin teetered over the awful pit. Each dropping grain of sand seemed to signal a terrible end. Batman - where are you? Below, the hungry tigers roared for their supper. He slipped slightly! The beasts nervously paced in the pit. Robin slipped again! Oh, agony! Have the sands of time run out for the Boy Wonder?

About twenty feet up the wall above him was an air vent - and in it suddenly appeared the face of Batman - wonderful in-the-nick-of-time Batman! He grasped the situation. His jaws tightened. Catwoman's men, below, did not see the vent being pried open - oh, so quietly ...

Batman swung
down, snatching
Robin from a
sure doom!

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Batman removed the grating, thrust an arm through. His Batarang whipped through the air ... the Batrope followed it, wrapping itself around a beam on the ceiling! In a flash, Batman seized the rope ... swung down ... grabbed Robin, and deposited him safely on the floor!

The henchmen were stunned. But they quickly recovered. "You take Batman," yelled Leo, "I'll get Robin!"

Robin launched
himself at a
catman - ZAP!

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SOCK! WHAM! A general free-for-all fight took place POW! Robin finally THWACK! knocked out Felix, while OOF! Batman sent Leo sprawling on the floor.

"Tie them up, Robin," said Batman - but Leo, who had been only pretending unconsciousness, crawled stealthily toward the door ... then rose and made a break for it!

"He's gone," said Batman. "Oh well, let's investigate this lair. Perhaps we'll find Catwoman."

The feline lady had fled. But standing regally on her unguarded desk were the two golden cat statues!
"These cats
are the shape of
this old
treasure map!

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Back in the Batcave, they laid the golden cats side by side on a table and studied them carefully. "Notice the strange markings on their backs, Robin," said Batman.

"Holy geography!" said Robin. "It looks like some kind of map!"

"There's a legend that these cats were part of the treasure of the notorious pirate, Captain Manx," said Batman. "And the rest of his loot was never found." He crossed over to a bookshelf and returned with a volume, History of Gotham City.

"I've found it!" he said a few minutes later, pointing to a map in the book. "The same markings you get when both cats are side by side! Together they become a map that will lead us to Captain Manx's treasure!"

In a wooded area near the ocean, Catwoman held her cat-shaped flashlight while Leo dug. His shovel plunged through into an opening ... an underground cave! "At last!" shouted Catwoman. "Captain Manx's lost treasure! I'm rich! Fill the duffel bag, Leo!"

Along a lonely road raced the powerful Batmobile ...

Leo finished stuffing the bag with loot. "What will my share be, Catwoman?"

"This!" She took her heavy flashlight and rapped it over his cranium. He toppled like a giant redwood.

"Why'd you do that?" mumbled Leo, as his eyes crossed and he lapsed into unconsciousness.

"There's never enough for two," said Catwoman. She shouldered the loot and started for the entrance ... but, just then came Batman's voice like the crack of a whip.

They found the
pirates cave and
with the loot.

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The Dauntless Duo stood in the doorway, resolutely blocking her path. Catwoman whirled and ran back into the cave, with the Masked Manhunters in hot pursuit!

They cornered
her at the edge
of a bottomless

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There followed an eerie chase through the dim, deep underground corridors. Suddenly Catwoman gasped in horror! Ahead of her the cave floor vanished, and a chasm ten feet wide lay across her path. Could she jump it?

"Don't do it, Catwoman!" Batman called. "You'll never make the jump with the load you're carrying!"

"Just watch me, Batman!" she panted defiantly.

She leaped ... missed!" She clung desperately to a stalactite with one hand, the heavy bag with the other!

Batman uncoiled his Batrope. "Hang on, Catwoman. Let go of the bag, then you can catch the rope."

Too greedy to
drop the loot
she lost her hold
and fell!

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But Catwoman's greed was stronger than fear! "I can't let go ... I just can't"

Her hand lost its hold ... and, with a caterwaul of terror, she plunged out of sight. Ten heartbeats later, they heard a SPLASH far below.

"Catwoman!" shouted Robin. "Can you hear me? Catwoman?"

"Catwoman!" came the echo. "Can you hear me? Catwoman!"

"Greed is an overpowering emotion," said Batman as he coiled his Batrope. "Come on, Robin; our job is done."

"Bruce, do you
think Catwoman
has nine lives, too?"

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The next morning, in Bruce's study at Wayne Manor, Bruce and Dick resumed their interrupted game of three-dimensional chess. Alfred looked on the interest as Bruce moved his Queen catty-corner up three levels to say: "Queen takes Knight and - checkmate!"

Dick sighed. His thoughts were elsewhere.

"Bruce, do you think she might still be alive?

"I don't see how she could be, but - cats are supped to have nine lives, Dick. It's hard to say."


  1. I love frame #18. It makes me all tingly.

  2. rob! Julie Newmar is SO cool, I get tingly!

  3. I love frame 20. Both Bruce Wayne and his young ward are clearly dumbfounded by the tower of chessboards. Obviously, Dick doesn't have a clue how to even play chess much less "3-D" chess; and Bruce Wayne is just putting on a brave face. Only Spock could make multi-level chess look as though he might actually play.

  4. Mykal: I personally think that Bruce is completely crocked. And whenever he's that far gone he forces Dick to play yet another bumbling game of 3-dimentional chess. His cheeks are flushed, he seems to be sweating. Looks to me like Aunt Harriet there in the background is trying to remove the Wayne family's collection of valuable nik-naks. Dick is looking to Alfred to help and Alfred seems hesitant to get involved. It's a whole ugly scene. If there was also someone crying it would remind me of thanksgiving with my family.

  5. HAHA! Now that you mention it, the entire tableau does look awfully tense and fraught with unspoken, family shame. Love the thanksgiving comparison. You forgot to mention drunk. Crying and drunk. Then there is always the annoying family member that either A: insists that everyone bow their heads and "give thanks for all our blessings." (this is usually a spoiled-as-shit child) or B: absolutely refuses to pray, say grace, or make even the polite pretense of a bowed head because they refuse to be "a hypocrite." (this is normally some ass-hole teenager or young bright boy). Holidays suck.

  6. Mykal: Truth - Every Thanksgiving my mother buys much beer to try to get my sister drinking as early on in the day as possible. My sister is completely belligerent if she doesn't at least have a few beers in her.

  7. I want you to know that by posting this series, you have given me access to a formative erotic episode from my youth. SO FUCKING AMAZING! Thank you.

  8. Anonymous: So glad I could help!! :)