It was another gray, dreary morning in England. The alarm rang.
Mrs. Peel yawned and rolled over. She rubbed her bleary eyes and sat up.
"Mmph," she muttered to herself before reaching over and turning the alarm
off. Why in the world did Steed want a meeting at this hour? "Oh well,"
she sighed, and got up and began getting ready.
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Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Peel waltzed out of her apartment building looking stunning in a pale blue sundress. Steed was waiting at the curb in his dark green vintage Bentley.
"Hop in, Mrs. Peel," Steed said cheerfully, "We have some new clues."
"Let me see," Mrs. Peel replied. Steed handed over two slips of white paper.
"These were slipped under my apartment door this morning."
"Who wears all black and yet is all white?" Mrs. Peel read aloud. "And, 'When do most pepole wake up?' More riddles, Steed?"
"Yes, it seems to be this criminal mastermind's calling card," Steed replied. "Now, can you figure out what these mean?"
"Well," Mrs. Peel began, "people who dress in black are called Goths, and their skin is all white. As for the second one, most people awake in the morning."
"Goth-morning?" Steed teased.
"Steed," Mrs. Peel interrupted, "morning is also known as a.m. Goth- a.m."
"Gotham. Gotham City!" Steed shouted. The car shot out into traffic, narrowly missing a red sports car, and raced down the street.
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Meanwhile, in Gotham City, it was another beautiful day. Multi- millionaire Bruce Wayne and his youthful ward, Dick Grayson were playing a chess game at stately Wayne Manor.
"Gosh Bruce, "Dick said dejectedly, "You just about have me beat."
"Excuse me Master Dick, but," at that moment, Alfred, the Wayne family butler, leaned in closer, "the bat-phone."
"Come on Dick," Bruce ordered. They rushed into the study. "Hello Commissioner," Bruce said, picking up the phone, "We'll be right there." Dick pushed the bust of Shakespeare back and turned the dial hidden within. "To the bat-poles," Bruce said. He and Dick rushed to the poles hidden in the wall behind the bookcase. The bookcase slid shut behind them. When they reached the bottom, they were dressed as Batman and Robin. Both rushed to the bat-mobile and sped off.
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The bat-mobile screeched to a stop outside City Hall. Batman and Robin leaped out and rushed inside. As they ran into the Commissioner's Office, the dynamic duo stopped short. An unfamiliar, yet beautiful woman, and her impeccably dressed companion were seated in the chairs in front of the Commissioner's desk. The woman turned around. "You must be Batman and Robin," she said in a lovely British accent.
"And you are," Batman began, taken aback by the woman's obvious beauty.
"Mrs. Emma Peel. You can call me Mrs. Peel. And this is my partner, Mr. John Steed." Mrs. Peel gestured to the man sitting beside her. He'd turned around without Batman noticing.
"Uh, Batman," Commissioner Gordon began, "Mrs. Peel and Mr. Steed are here from England, because the Riddler was terrorizing their country. He sent them two riddles which led them here."
"May I see," Batman asked, holding his hand out.
"Certainly," Steed replied. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out the slips of paper.
"Yes, I can see how these led you here," Batman stated. "Well, it looks like we're partners." Batman handed the papers to Robin, who began examining them.
"Holy invisible ink, Batman," Robin exclaimed! "There's something written on the other side."
"Another riddle," Mrs. Peel asked.
"Perhaps," Batman replied. "We'll need to go to the bat-cave."
"Well, Mrs. Peel stood up, "We'll follow you in Steed's car."
"I'm afraid that's impossible," Batman replied.
"You see Mrs. Peel," Robin interrupted, "Should anyone know the location of the bat-cave, they could pierce the secret of our true identities."
"If you want to come, we'll need to give you bat knock-out gas. It's a harmless anesthetic."
Mrs. Peel and Steed looked at each other and nodded. Batman and Robin seeing this turned and walked out. Mrs. Peel and Steed followed.
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Robin and Batman opened the doors of the bat-mobile and motioned for Steed and Mrs. Peel to get situated inside.
"We'll wake you up when we get to the bat-cave," Batman stated. He then sprayed them with bat knock-out gas.
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The bat-mobile sped down the road.
"Gosh Batman," Robin complained, "it sure is crowded in here."
"Indeed Robin."
As the bat-mobile went around the next curve, Steed rolled over, and began drooling on Batman's cape. Batman grunted, and impatiently pushed Steed away.
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Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Peel waltzed out of her apartment building looking stunning in a pale blue sundress. Steed was waiting at the curb in his dark green vintage Bentley.
"Hop in, Mrs. Peel," Steed said cheerfully, "We have some new clues."
"Let me see," Mrs. Peel replied. Steed handed over two slips of white paper.
"These were slipped under my apartment door this morning."
"Who wears all black and yet is all white?" Mrs. Peel read aloud. "And, 'When do most pepole wake up?' More riddles, Steed?"
"Yes, it seems to be this criminal mastermind's calling card," Steed replied. "Now, can you figure out what these mean?"
"Well," Mrs. Peel began, "people who dress in black are called Goths, and their skin is all white. As for the second one, most people awake in the morning."
"Goth-morning?" Steed teased.
"Steed," Mrs. Peel interrupted, "morning is also known as a.m. Goth- a.m."
"Gotham. Gotham City!" Steed shouted. The car shot out into traffic, narrowly missing a red sports car, and raced down the street.
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Meanwhile, in Gotham City, it was another beautiful day. Multi- millionaire Bruce Wayne and his youthful ward, Dick Grayson were playing a chess game at stately Wayne Manor.
"Gosh Bruce, "Dick said dejectedly, "You just about have me beat."
"Excuse me Master Dick, but," at that moment, Alfred, the Wayne family butler, leaned in closer, "the bat-phone."
"Come on Dick," Bruce ordered. They rushed into the study. "Hello Commissioner," Bruce said, picking up the phone, "We'll be right there." Dick pushed the bust of Shakespeare back and turned the dial hidden within. "To the bat-poles," Bruce said. He and Dick rushed to the poles hidden in the wall behind the bookcase. The bookcase slid shut behind them. When they reached the bottom, they were dressed as Batman and Robin. Both rushed to the bat-mobile and sped off.
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The bat-mobile screeched to a stop outside City Hall. Batman and Robin leaped out and rushed inside. As they ran into the Commissioner's Office, the dynamic duo stopped short. An unfamiliar, yet beautiful woman, and her impeccably dressed companion were seated in the chairs in front of the Commissioner's desk. The woman turned around. "You must be Batman and Robin," she said in a lovely British accent.
"And you are," Batman began, taken aback by the woman's obvious beauty.
"Mrs. Emma Peel. You can call me Mrs. Peel. And this is my partner, Mr. John Steed." Mrs. Peel gestured to the man sitting beside her. He'd turned around without Batman noticing.
"Uh, Batman," Commissioner Gordon began, "Mrs. Peel and Mr. Steed are here from England, because the Riddler was terrorizing their country. He sent them two riddles which led them here."
"May I see," Batman asked, holding his hand out.
"Certainly," Steed replied. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out the slips of paper.
"Yes, I can see how these led you here," Batman stated. "Well, it looks like we're partners." Batman handed the papers to Robin, who began examining them.
"Holy invisible ink, Batman," Robin exclaimed! "There's something written on the other side."
"Another riddle," Mrs. Peel asked.
"Perhaps," Batman replied. "We'll need to go to the bat-cave."
"Well, Mrs. Peel stood up, "We'll follow you in Steed's car."
"I'm afraid that's impossible," Batman replied.
"You see Mrs. Peel," Robin interrupted, "Should anyone know the location of the bat-cave, they could pierce the secret of our true identities."
"If you want to come, we'll need to give you bat knock-out gas. It's a harmless anesthetic."
Mrs. Peel and Steed looked at each other and nodded. Batman and Robin seeing this turned and walked out. Mrs. Peel and Steed followed.
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Robin and Batman opened the doors of the bat-mobile and motioned for Steed and Mrs. Peel to get situated inside.
"We'll wake you up when we get to the bat-cave," Batman stated. He then sprayed them with bat knock-out gas.
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The bat-mobile sped down the road.
"Gosh Batman," Robin complained, "it sure is crowded in here."
"Indeed Robin."
As the bat-mobile went around the next curve, Steed rolled over, and began drooling on Batman's cape. Batman grunted, and impatiently pushed Steed away.