"Mrs. Peel, your room is even lovelier than mine," Steed commented as he
walked in.
Maybe it's a hint," Mrs. Peel replied laughingly
"Ha, ha," Steed answered dryly.
"Come on Steed. We don't want to be late for dinner," Mrs. Peel said
soothingly. Steed muttered something under his breath about untimely
jokes, than offered his arm to Mrs. Peel. She took it and Steed escorted
her down the stairs to dinner.
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Meanwhile, the Riddler had set up housekeeping in Robbie's Riddles R Us, an old abandoned warehouse on the lower east docks. The Riddler was dressed in his usual green and purple suit, his eyes flashing. "Ha, ha ha!" He laughed his trademark maniacal giggle. "The dynamic dunderheads will never figure these riddles out. Not in a million years!" One of the Molehill gang walked in as he was ranting. "But Boss," the guy said timidly, "the Dynamic Duo," Riddler looked angrily over, "I mean they have help. Those English people who followed you." "Ah ha ha!" The Riddler exclaimed gleefully, "but that's the brilliant part of my plan! Everyone knows what good detectives Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel are. They'll lead us straight to the true identities of Batman and Robin!" The Riddler's laugh echoed through the building.
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Mrs. Peel yawned and rolled over The bright sunshine hit her squarely in the face. Instantly, she sat straight up. "I'm sorry, madam," Alfred said. He was standing at the window, holding the curtains in one hand. "I didn't mean to raise them so quickly, but it is time for breakfast." Mrs. Peel managed a smile and thanked Alfred for going to such trouble. He motioned to a tray on the bedside table. "There's your breakfast, Mrs. Peel. Once you are done, Batman and Robin are waiting for you and Mr. Steed downstairs," Alfred turned and left. Curious, Mrs. Peel lifted up the silver cover. Placed on the tray was a bowl of porridge, toast, bacon, eggs, kippers, freshly squeezed orange juice, tea, cream, and sugar. "He must think I eat like a horse," Mrs. Peel thought to herself. She shook her head and went to the closet to pick out her outfit for that day. Smiling, she chose a light green sundress that perfectly set off her figure. Hurriedly she prepared for the day.
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True to Alfred's word, Batman and Robin waited outside in the bat- mobile for Steed and Mrs. Peel. A young, pimply-faced messenger boy rode up upon his bike. "Batman," the boy said, voice cracking. "A man told me to give this to you." He handed the envelope to Batman and quickly rode off. "Holy Riddle," Robin exclaimed, opening the envelope. Mrs. Peel and Steed walked out of stately Wayne Manor, just as Robin was reading the clues aloud. "What has a mouth but does not eat, a bed, but does not sleep, and is always running? Gosh Batman, I don't know," Robin stated disappointedly. "Think Robin," Batman replied. "Think very hard." "Holy East Gotham River, Batman!" "Exactly Robin," Batman exclaimed. "And if my instinct is correct, that's where we'll find the Riddler. To the bat-cave!" They turned to rush into stately Wayne Manor, but stopped, seeing Mrs. Peel and Steed in the doorway. "It's all right, Batman," Steed said sarcastically. "You don't have to include us in your crime fighting." "Steed," Mrs. Peel said sternly, "You'll have to forgive him, gentlemen," she turned to Batman and Robin. "He's always a bit grumpy before he gets his first glass of champagne in the morning." Batman and Robin exchanged looks at this. "No, Mrs. Peel," Batman replied haltingly, "Mr. Steed is right. We should have gotten you before opening the letter." Steed nodded "So, how do we get to the bat-cave," Steed asked. "We obviously need to get there to figure out where this "Riddler" is hiding." "Holy impossibilities, Batman," Robin muttered to Batman. "How do we get Steed and Mrs. Peel to the bat-cave without revealing the secret of our true identities?" "Luckily Robin," Batman replied with a hint of superiority, "I have been working on a secret formula for bat-zombie gas. It turns the person into a zombie who cannot remember where they have been, unless the antidote is given." "Gosh Batman," Robin replied worriedly, "Couldn't that be dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands?" "Anything could be dangerous if it fell into the hands of someone as dangerous as the Riddler. But I only have a small quantity for emergency use." Batman replied, turning to Mrs. Peel and Steed. "If you two don't mind, we'll give you some bat knock-out gas, now." Mrs. Peel shook her head, and nudged Steed forward. "We don't mind at all, do we Steed?" Batman gave each a small spritz in the face. Instantly their eyes became dull and their breathing deep. "Come on," Batman ordered. "go up the steps and through the door. Turn to your left. There will be a door opening to my study." Mrs. Peel and Steed didn't respond. "Just follow me," Batman sighed. He walked into stately Wayne Manor and Mrs. Peel and Steed followed, with Robin bringing up the rear.
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"Ha ha hee hee!" The Riddler giggled evilly. "by now, the Dynamic Dunderheads will surely have figured out my clues! They're on the way here! Come on, let's set up the trap."
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Back at stately Wayne manor, Steed, Mrs. Peel, Batman, and Robin walked into the study. Mrs. Peel stretched and yawned. "Oh no, Robin," Batman exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "The bat- zombie gas is wearing off!" "Holy Big Trouble," Robin exclaimed. "How could that happen?" "It must be because they're British," Batman explained. "I developed this gas for Americans." "Of course!" "What are we doing in Mr. Wayne's study," Mrs. Peel interrupted. "Well," Batman began. However it was too late. Mrs. Peel had caught sight of the bat-phone. "What's that," she asked innocently Batman had to think fast. "That," he replied, "is a direct line to Commissioner Gordon's office. Bruce Wayne is a very influential person in charge of the Wayne Foundation, and he makes many decisions with which he needs a second opinion. Wayne Manor is also out in the middle of no where. He needs a direct connection to the police." "Oh." Mrs. Peel was satisfied. Batman stepped over. "We'll just have to give you a bit more bat- sleeping gas. It seems to have worn off." Batman gave it first to Steed than to Mrs. Peel. This time, although, Mrs. Peel held her breath. She imitated Steed's actions and watched as Batman tilted back the head of Shakespeare and twisted the knob hidden inside. The bookcase moved back to reveal two poles and a sign which stated, "Access to the bat-cave via the bat-poles." One pole was labeled Dick, the other Bruce. "Please, slide down these poles." Mrs. Peel and Steed slid down, and Batman and Robin quickly followed. Just in time, too. Just after Batman and Robin stepped off the bat-poles, Steed began to wake up. "Holy just in the nick of time, Batman," Robin exclaimed. "Indeed, Robin," Batman replied. "Mr. Steed, Mrs. Peel, we're going to use the bat-computer to figure out possible hiding places for the Riddler. Please feed the clues in Robin." The bat-computer whirled to life. It's lights began twinkling and it spit out three pieces of paper. Robin picked them up. "The Riddle Co." Still operating," Batman replied. "Hasn't been sold since Mr. Thomas bought it thirty years ago." "Riddles 4 Everyone." "That building was torn down by the Wayne Foundation three months ago." "Golly, that's right," Robin exclaimed. "They're building a community center there." "Correct Robin." "Steed," Mrs. Peel whispered urgently. "I need to talk to you. Soon." Steed nodded, concerned by the serious expression on Mrs. Peel's face. "What's the last one, Robin?" Batman's booming voice filled the bat- cave letting Steed and Mrs. Peel know that he knew they weren't paying attention. "Robbie's Riddles R US," Robin replied. "That has to be it," Batman exclaimed. "Quickly everyone, into the bat-mobile." They all piled in. "Sorry," Batman said, giving Mrs. Peel and Steed a shot of bat-sleeping gas.
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Meanwhile, the Riddler had set up housekeeping in Robbie's Riddles R Us, an old abandoned warehouse on the lower east docks. The Riddler was dressed in his usual green and purple suit, his eyes flashing. "Ha, ha ha!" He laughed his trademark maniacal giggle. "The dynamic dunderheads will never figure these riddles out. Not in a million years!" One of the Molehill gang walked in as he was ranting. "But Boss," the guy said timidly, "the Dynamic Duo," Riddler looked angrily over, "I mean they have help. Those English people who followed you." "Ah ha ha!" The Riddler exclaimed gleefully, "but that's the brilliant part of my plan! Everyone knows what good detectives Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel are. They'll lead us straight to the true identities of Batman and Robin!" The Riddler's laugh echoed through the building.
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Mrs. Peel yawned and rolled over The bright sunshine hit her squarely in the face. Instantly, she sat straight up. "I'm sorry, madam," Alfred said. He was standing at the window, holding the curtains in one hand. "I didn't mean to raise them so quickly, but it is time for breakfast." Mrs. Peel managed a smile and thanked Alfred for going to such trouble. He motioned to a tray on the bedside table. "There's your breakfast, Mrs. Peel. Once you are done, Batman and Robin are waiting for you and Mr. Steed downstairs," Alfred turned and left. Curious, Mrs. Peel lifted up the silver cover. Placed on the tray was a bowl of porridge, toast, bacon, eggs, kippers, freshly squeezed orange juice, tea, cream, and sugar. "He must think I eat like a horse," Mrs. Peel thought to herself. She shook her head and went to the closet to pick out her outfit for that day. Smiling, she chose a light green sundress that perfectly set off her figure. Hurriedly she prepared for the day.
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True to Alfred's word, Batman and Robin waited outside in the bat- mobile for Steed and Mrs. Peel. A young, pimply-faced messenger boy rode up upon his bike. "Batman," the boy said, voice cracking. "A man told me to give this to you." He handed the envelope to Batman and quickly rode off. "Holy Riddle," Robin exclaimed, opening the envelope. Mrs. Peel and Steed walked out of stately Wayne Manor, just as Robin was reading the clues aloud. "What has a mouth but does not eat, a bed, but does not sleep, and is always running? Gosh Batman, I don't know," Robin stated disappointedly. "Think Robin," Batman replied. "Think very hard." "Holy East Gotham River, Batman!" "Exactly Robin," Batman exclaimed. "And if my instinct is correct, that's where we'll find the Riddler. To the bat-cave!" They turned to rush into stately Wayne Manor, but stopped, seeing Mrs. Peel and Steed in the doorway. "It's all right, Batman," Steed said sarcastically. "You don't have to include us in your crime fighting." "Steed," Mrs. Peel said sternly, "You'll have to forgive him, gentlemen," she turned to Batman and Robin. "He's always a bit grumpy before he gets his first glass of champagne in the morning." Batman and Robin exchanged looks at this. "No, Mrs. Peel," Batman replied haltingly, "Mr. Steed is right. We should have gotten you before opening the letter." Steed nodded "So, how do we get to the bat-cave," Steed asked. "We obviously need to get there to figure out where this "Riddler" is hiding." "Holy impossibilities, Batman," Robin muttered to Batman. "How do we get Steed and Mrs. Peel to the bat-cave without revealing the secret of our true identities?" "Luckily Robin," Batman replied with a hint of superiority, "I have been working on a secret formula for bat-zombie gas. It turns the person into a zombie who cannot remember where they have been, unless the antidote is given." "Gosh Batman," Robin replied worriedly, "Couldn't that be dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands?" "Anything could be dangerous if it fell into the hands of someone as dangerous as the Riddler. But I only have a small quantity for emergency use." Batman replied, turning to Mrs. Peel and Steed. "If you two don't mind, we'll give you some bat knock-out gas, now." Mrs. Peel shook her head, and nudged Steed forward. "We don't mind at all, do we Steed?" Batman gave each a small spritz in the face. Instantly their eyes became dull and their breathing deep. "Come on," Batman ordered. "go up the steps and through the door. Turn to your left. There will be a door opening to my study." Mrs. Peel and Steed didn't respond. "Just follow me," Batman sighed. He walked into stately Wayne Manor and Mrs. Peel and Steed followed, with Robin bringing up the rear.
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"Ha ha hee hee!" The Riddler giggled evilly. "by now, the Dynamic Dunderheads will surely have figured out my clues! They're on the way here! Come on, let's set up the trap."
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Back at stately Wayne manor, Steed, Mrs. Peel, Batman, and Robin walked into the study. Mrs. Peel stretched and yawned. "Oh no, Robin," Batman exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "The bat- zombie gas is wearing off!" "Holy Big Trouble," Robin exclaimed. "How could that happen?" "It must be because they're British," Batman explained. "I developed this gas for Americans." "Of course!" "What are we doing in Mr. Wayne's study," Mrs. Peel interrupted. "Well," Batman began. However it was too late. Mrs. Peel had caught sight of the bat-phone. "What's that," she asked innocently Batman had to think fast. "That," he replied, "is a direct line to Commissioner Gordon's office. Bruce Wayne is a very influential person in charge of the Wayne Foundation, and he makes many decisions with which he needs a second opinion. Wayne Manor is also out in the middle of no where. He needs a direct connection to the police." "Oh." Mrs. Peel was satisfied. Batman stepped over. "We'll just have to give you a bit more bat- sleeping gas. It seems to have worn off." Batman gave it first to Steed than to Mrs. Peel. This time, although, Mrs. Peel held her breath. She imitated Steed's actions and watched as Batman tilted back the head of Shakespeare and twisted the knob hidden inside. The bookcase moved back to reveal two poles and a sign which stated, "Access to the bat-cave via the bat-poles." One pole was labeled Dick, the other Bruce. "Please, slide down these poles." Mrs. Peel and Steed slid down, and Batman and Robin quickly followed. Just in time, too. Just after Batman and Robin stepped off the bat-poles, Steed began to wake up. "Holy just in the nick of time, Batman," Robin exclaimed. "Indeed, Robin," Batman replied. "Mr. Steed, Mrs. Peel, we're going to use the bat-computer to figure out possible hiding places for the Riddler. Please feed the clues in Robin." The bat-computer whirled to life. It's lights began twinkling and it spit out three pieces of paper. Robin picked them up. "The Riddle Co." Still operating," Batman replied. "Hasn't been sold since Mr. Thomas bought it thirty years ago." "Riddles 4 Everyone." "That building was torn down by the Wayne Foundation three months ago." "Golly, that's right," Robin exclaimed. "They're building a community center there." "Correct Robin." "Steed," Mrs. Peel whispered urgently. "I need to talk to you. Soon." Steed nodded, concerned by the serious expression on Mrs. Peel's face. "What's the last one, Robin?" Batman's booming voice filled the bat- cave letting Steed and Mrs. Peel know that he knew they weren't paying attention. "Robbie's Riddles R US," Robin replied. "That has to be it," Batman exclaimed. "Quickly everyone, into the bat-mobile." They all piled in. "Sorry," Batman said, giving Mrs. Peel and Steed a shot of bat-sleeping gas.
