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Wouldst that thou couldst learn to speak proper English.

- I don't want anyone to catch it. - Ha-ha-ha!

I'll show you that my nickname of William Tell was no jest.

and his merry marksmen.

But whose side is she on?

No, that's all, Mr. Dale.

Well done, sir. And you too, Master Dick.

I understand you almost lost the money, Mr. Dale.

- Splendid. It will help hide my mustache. - Good thinking, Alfred.

I thought it might be infectious.

That's correct, Robin. It's as plain as the masks on our faces.

Just like Batman. Always thinking of his fellow man.

I doff my cowl to you, Maid Marilyn.

Now, let's free Alfred.

- This will probably mean my job. - I'm sure Batman and Robin will get them.

Those of faint heart, look away.

- We've got trouble. - Trouble?

can be in the same place at the same time.

There's a large mural here.

NARRATOR". Eight hours have passed since that strange turn of events.

Alfred subjected to the unkindest cut of all.

- Let's go after them, Batman. - No. By the time we reach the Batmobile...

Just speak into this, Alfred.

And where has he gone? That is the question...

Batman is a duly deputized officer of the law, ma'am.