Sometime later…
"Holy nerve gas," Robin mutters hazily. "I thought I was a goner."
"You would have been. Penguin's concoction is lethal, but luckily I had the proper treatment in my trusty utility belt."
"How long was I out?"
"Long enough for the Penguin to fly the coop," Batman says. "With his henchmen in handcuffs he'll have to commit the crime himself."
"If only we knew his target."
"I might have a lead on that." Batman walks leads his young partner to the office, where they peruse the wall of plans and blueprints. "The Penguin has been keeping an eye on this art exhibit. It's a stone statue of a stork carrying a child, valued at almost one million dollars. These blueprints show the layout of the gallery at which the piece arrives today."
"Golly, you're right."
"We have to get to the gallery fast, before the stork brings Penguin a bundle of joy."
"And a bundle of cash."
So our intrepid investigators are off to the gallery, but what's this? As he leaves, Robin notices a secondary plan and a design that looks all too familiar to him. It's on the tip of his tongue but this is no time to be standing around. A statuette stork is in dire straits.
Batman and Robin away!
