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Another Heroic Move
The time is 3:00 p. m. at Wood
row Roosevelt High School, and
the rush is on, as the students,
who have worked so diligently all
week, eagerly anticipate a restful
and fun-filled weekend.
“Hey, Vanderburg! What’re ‘ya
doin’ tomorrow? Bruce and I are
going hunting. Do you want to
go with us?”
“Gosh, yeah, Dick! I’ve been
wanting to go hunting as soon as
a pretty Saturday came along!”
“Good, well we’ll pick you up
in the Batmo—ah, the car at 10:00
then. Seeya!”
But the next moraing, a familiar
matronly voice is heard from
downstairs — “Hurry and get up,
Dick, or you’ll be late for school!”
“Aw, Aunt Harriet. You’ve got
your days mixed up.”
“No, Dick, I believe you have.
This isn’t Saturday, it’s Monday.
And your breakfast is getting
cold. Hurry now!”
“Leaping lost Saturday! Monday
already! What happened to the
weekend and our hunting trip?”
And suddenly unexplained laugh
ter fills the room (YA HA HA!)
and as Dick rushes to the open
window he catches a glimpse of
that familiar, hated figure of the
Sneaky Saturday Snatcher!
“Bruce! Bruce! BUMP! Oh, ex
cuse me Aunt Harriet, I have to
see Bruce about some last minute
algebra.”
“But, Dick, you’ve got to get a
move on. The chauffeur will be
around for you any second.”
“Gee, Aunt Harriet, I’ve got an
awful headache. Do I have to go
to school today?”
“Well, if you don’t feel well,
Dick, I guess not. Go take an
aspirin.”
Out walks a sleepy Bruce, rub
bing his eyes as he asks—“YAWN
— What’s everybody doing up so
early? I didn’t think we were
going hunting until 10:00.”
“The hunting trip is off Bruce.
Let’s go in your room and I’ll
explain.”
33 Minutes Later
“Hello, commissioner. I see
you’re not playing golf ^ as you
usually do on weekends.”
“Batman, I’m so glad it’s you!
What happened to our Saturday?”
“Robin and I believe it to be the
work of the Sneaky Saturday
Snatcher, Commissioner.”
“Right! I saw him running
down the road with a suspicious-
looking package under his arm
early this morning. Holy holiday!
Do you suppose that could have
been our weekend?”
“I believe you’re right, Robin.
Now all we have to do is figure
out why.”
“Well, he could have stolen Sat
urday to wear down the citizens
of Gotham City. You know, with
everybody working, not even rest
ing on weekends — it could get
pretty tiring.”
“How true. How true. I know
what we’ll do.”
■ Meanwhile, in another part of
town, held up in the abandoned
Gotham City Calendar Company,
the Sneaky Saturday Snatcher
boasts of his evil plot.
“Just think, dear friends, how
continuous work-days will slowly
kill the people of Gotham City.
Imagine! Penny and Bull won’t
get to date! and Taylor can’t work
The Fool Moon
at Hardee’s. Yes, Tommy Mann
won’t be able to go to the lake
and do whatever it is he does out
there every "^turday! YA HA
HA!!! And, if the hard-working
citizens of Gotham City get lazy
and tired as I predict, then I can
bring in my gang of hardened
criminals, that is after I dispose,
YA HA HA, of all these poor,
worn-out law-abiding people—and
Batman! After I have finished my
work in Gotham City, I will ex
pand my scheme and turn the en
tire country into a, shall I say,
‘Crimetopia’ of my sole creation.
YA HA HA . . .”
Meanwhile back at the Batcave,
Batman and Robin go oyer the
last-minute details of their fool
proof anti-crime idea.
“Now remember, Robin, when I
make our resignation in front of
City Hall, be sure to look very
tir^. If we can make the Sneaky
Saturday Snatcher believe we’re
too beat to beat him, we can
catch him off guard.”
“Wow, Batman! you come up
with such good ideas! I wish I
were as smart as you!”
“Someday, old chum, you can
be. But first you’ll have to study.
Remember education is the an
swer to all the problems in the
world, but you can’t achieve wis
dom wrthout studying.”
“Gosh, Batman, you’re right.
Why didn’t I think of that?—
Shouldn’t we be on our way to
Gotham City?”
“Why, I believe you’re right
Robin. Good thinking! I had lost
all track of time. To the Batmo-
bile!”
And A Little Later
“Fellow citizens, we feel great
regret with this announcement. As
some of you may have noticed,
we had no Saturday this week.
Robin, wake up Robin. Robin
and 1 spent all week sending that
fiendish Catwoman to jail and
we’re just too tired to continue
fighting crime. Perhaps if our
Saturdays return someday, we
can again resume our famous life
of bringing evil in the world to its
place and replacing it with truth
and justice. Right now, 1 must
get Robin home to bed. The poor
fellow is close to total exhaus
tion.”
“YA HA HA Batman!!! This
happened sooner than I had ex
pected. Meet the first band of
crooks to arrive at my crime
topia. The Anaheimazusa and
Cukamonga Sewing Circle Book
Review and Timing Association.”
“Wrong again, Saturday Snatch
er. Robin and I were only fool
ing you with a clever counter
plan carefully devised just to foil
you!”
“Batman’s right. Sneaky Satur
day Snatcher! April Fool!”
“Curses! But you haven’t foil
ed me yet, Caped Cursader. Sic’em
boys! ”
“But gee, they re two of them
and only five of us.”
“Don’t be afraid. Bad Guy Fri
day, go ahead!” CRA-ASH BOFF!
WHAMM!! . ^
“Good work. Dynamic Duo. It s
good to see that bunch behind bars
again.”
“It’s really nothing, Commis-
sioner Gordon. All in the line or
honest duty.” „
Long Live Batman And Robin..
Beware All Villains! Batman Is Here!
Batman, Robin Make Heroic Move
Throughout Gotham City man
hole covers are mysteriously dis
appearing. After the commission
er falls down an open manhole.
Batman is summoned to investi
gate. And at stately Wayne
Manor, home of millionaire Bruce
Wayne and his youthful ward
Dick Grayson—
“To the Batpoles, Dick!”
KRUNCH!!- “Holy hole in the
ground. Batman, where’s the Bat
cave?”
Some dastardly fiend must have
made off with it! Well, Robin, it
seems that we’ll just have to rely
on our —ah— feet!”
—3 HOURS LATER—
Suddenly into the commission
er’s office bursts a cloud of dust.
“Well, Commissioner Gordon,
what seems to be the trouble?
PUFF PUFF”
“Batman, what has detained
you?”
“Never mind. Commissioner, it’s
only a minor personal problem.
Right now, we must concern our
selves with the well-being of our
fair city.”
“Well, the only lead we have is
this sample of oil taken from the
scene of one of the thefts. There
seem to be puddles of this oil
everywhere a manhole is miss
ing.”
“Holy gas tank!! Then it can
only be...”
“Right, Robin! The Racer! That
evil criminal who is obsessed with
driving the fastest vehicle on earth
and using it for fiendish purposes.
Thank you. Commissioner. Robin
and I will rush this right back to
the—Oh dear!”
A moment of silence while the
Dynamic Duo tries desperately to
come up with a solution,
“I’ve got it! That is, providing
Woodrow Roosevelt High School
is willing to cooperate. Com
missioner, do you think they
would allow us to use their chemis
try lab to analyze this sample?
If they knew it was for a good
cause...”
“Certainly, Boy Wonder^ Why
I’ll even drive you over there my
self.”
“Gee, thanks, sir.”
“Yes, that’s very sporting of
you. Quick, Robin, to the side
walk!”
Meanwhile, at the Batcave...
“Ah, look! That beautiful car is
finally mine, all mine. Now I can
do any devilish thing I want. Bat
man can’t possibly catch up with
me-hee-hee. And now with that
Caped Crusader out of my way,
I can accomplish my lifelong
dream!”
“Duh, what’s dat Raca?”
“Why, to own Gotham City, of
course. Imagine me, your distin
guished mayor, cruising past City
Hall in my Batmobile with Bat
man and his young companion
dragging along behind me-hee-
hee! And then, for all the world
to see, I will slowly crush them
with their very own car-har-har! ”
* Plot with the aid of Tom Terif-
fic, Manfred the Wonder Dog, and
Crabby Appleton,
THE
GREEN FLY
Check Your Soup ...
You're Bound
To Have
"Cleanliness is next
to Godliness!"
Pow-Zok-Baus-Boom-Zap!!
Batman Barbee beams at praises directed from Beautiful Barbara
—Robin manhandles the scheming Racer.
“Wow, Raca’, you really have
it all figa’d out.”
“Yes, my pretty, and you shall
be my mayoress and you, my wild
mustang, you shall be the one to
remove those dread masks from
the dead bodies of Batman and
Robin-huh-huh! ”
What’s this? Our Dynamic Duo
to be run over by the Batmobile?
Impossible! Let’s see what de
fense our heroes are planning,
“Gosh, Batman, I can’t tell very
much about this oil with this sim
ple equipment. But, one thing is
dehnite. This obviously came from
a leaky car!”
“Right, chum! But it is rather
difficult to discover much with
these crude implements.”
“Holy standstill, Batman! We’ve
just got to get the Batcave back!”
“Calm down, old friend. Right
now, we have to catch up with
the Racer. Ten more manhole
covers have disappeared and we
still haven’t figured out his evil
scheme.”
“Yeah, that’s one thing I don’t
understand. Stealing the Batcave
is disaster enough, but why does
he continue to steal the manhole
covers?”
“I don’t know Robin, unless, , .
of course!”
“What, Batman?”
“Our witty opponent is not so
witty after all. It’s quite simple
really. The Racer is using the
manhole covers to hide the Bat
cave. Now all we hav6 to do is
think of a likely place that. . .”
“The junkyard!”
“Good work, old chum!”
“Oh, it was nothing! ”
“To the junkyard!”
As the commissioner’s car, with
the Dynamic Duo speeds through
town, a more familiar auto races
forward from the opposite direc
tion! Out pop the Batchutes, and
the Batmobile turns sideways in
the middle of the street!
“Holy traffic jam! Isn’t that
the Batmobile up ahead?”
“Why, I believe you’re correct.
Boy Wonder!”
“Absolutely, And -that’s the Ra
cer standing up on the seat cov
er!”
“Drat him!”
“Quiet, old chum. The Racer is
about to speak.”
“Well, Commissioner, Batman,
Robin, meet your new mayor-
har-har! Me-hee-hee! And this is
mayoress — princess of Gotham
City-hee-hee! ”
“Hi Fatman! Hi Bobin!
Neighba’s!”
“It’s Robin, you crook!”
“Now, old friend, we shouldn’t
be rude to Gotham City’s new
executive board.”
“What!?!”
“I’m glad you understand, Bat
man. And since you’re so will
ing to cooperate, why don’t you
and your little assistant march
right over behind this gorgeous
vehicle, and let your new City
Council tie you up-huh-huh! And
then we’ll go for a little ride-ha-
ha!”
Batman and Robin to be drag
ged in the dirt? We’ll soon see!
“What are we going to do Bat
man?”
“Stay cool, Robin. I have a lit
tle trick up my sleeve for “Mayor
Racer.”
“Hang on tight Caped Crusad
er! You too, Boy Wonder! We’re
going bye-bye -ha-ha!”
“I’m afraid it’s you that’s going
bye-bye Racer! ”
“Uh, what?”
“Robin’s right. Within my
hand. I have a tiny pellet which
when thrown against the super
strength metal of the Batmobile
will instantly disintegrate the en
tire car AND the passengers with
in it. Now untie Robin and me
and go stand by City Hall — or
do I have to toss this pill?”
“All right. Batman you win.’
But the Racer doesn’t give up
so easily. As the Hot-Rodders
pounce on the freed Caped Cru
saders, the Racer tries to escape
down an open manhole.
POW!! BAM!! ZLOPP!! OUCH!!
Look out Batman, the Racer is
getting away! ,
“Stop you fiend! Stop or I •*
throw the Batarang!”
W-S-SPSH!!! CR —RACK!
“Tsk, tsk. He would have mad®
an excellent stock car driver|
Well, that’s the way the tire rolls!
“Wiat about me Batman>
Hmmm?”
“The Batcuffs for you (CLICK)-
poor deluded girl!”
—The Next Day— .
“Well, I still don’t understnao
why that awful Racer was so mean
to Batman and Robin. Why, }
think it’s just terrible to let crimj;
nals like that run around loose.
“So do we Aunt Harriet. That»
why we. .
“That’s why we’re going to g“
study history so we can learn ho';
to teach the world to fight crins®
in the future. Right, Dick?”
Hi "Right Bruce!”
AVOID...
GOOD
BUDDIES. Inc.
BIG BROTHER IS
WATCHING YOU!
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