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Suspecting that Superman has lost his memory and is none other than Bud Smith, star pitcher for the Metropolis Titans who has disappeared, Batman and Robin believe he is in the hands of Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician. And as we know, they are right. In the Metropolis bungalow of Dr. Marsh, a former German concentration camp official, Superman is being fed liquefied kryptonite, the strange element which caused him to lose his memory, and which in 24 hours, Marsh has promised Latimer, will make the Man of Steel a mental and physical wreck. However, a hoodlum called Punchy, who was employed by Latimer, is an ardent baseball fan, and has been grieving aloud in several taverns over the fate of his beloved Titans. Tipped off about this, Batman and Robin are on Punchy's trail. But so also is Gus, Latimer's henchman, who has been ordered to silence the talkative hoodlum. As we continue now in a shabby rooming house, Punchy is discussing his problem with a crony known as Stubby. Listen. I tell you, it ain't right, Stubby. Here is the Titans all set to win their first pennant since 1935, and what happens? They lose Bud Smith. Yeah, the greatest pitcher and hitter whatever lived. They can't even finish in the first division without him. It sure is a shame, Punchy. It's a crime. That's what it is. A dirty, rotten crime. Yeah. You know what, Punchy? What? It's funny, too. Funny? How do you figure a laugh in this, hey? Well, if Bud Smith was snatched like the coppers think, how come the boys when snatched him ain't made a bid for ransom? That ain't none of your business. Go on, you're just covering up. You don't know nothing about it yourself. That's what you think? Well, the first time since 1935 they got a chance for the pennant, and that dirty baboon losses it up. I ought to do something about it, Stubby. What can you do, big shot? I can do plenty. Yeah? Yeah. Go on, tell me then. I can't, because if I squealed and they found out, well, that would be all, brother. If who found out you squealed about what? I can't tell you, Stubby. I don't dare. Oh, but jeepers, when I think about them poor titans blowing their first chance for a pennant since 1935. Now, Punchy, do you really know what happened to Bud Smith? Or are you just kidding? No, I ain't kidding. Then what is it? Come on, tell me. All I can tell you is this much. If I spill what I know, see, Bud Smith would be back on the titans and they could win the pennant. Then why don't you? Because I ain't got the nerve, that's why. Oh, look, Stubby, be a good guy and go and get me something to drink, huh? Uh, here's a buck. Tell me what gives first. I'll tell you when you come back, honest. And then as soon as I get me nerve up, I'll do something about getting Bud Smith and get right to the titans. Go on now, get going. Well, okay, Punchy. It'll take me a little while, though. I'll have to go over to Wicker Street, you know. Okay, okay. Hurry it up as fast as you can. Yeah, I'll do it. I gotta. As soon as Stubby comes back, I'll go to the coppers. I'll tell them where Bud Smith is and I'll get them to lock me up till they got Latimer in the jug. Oh, but if he ever gets loose, though... Hey, you back already, Stubby? Gus. Yeah, Gus. How you doing, Punchy? Oh, me? Oh, fine, fine, Gus. Hey, listen. You kind of forgot to come back where that milk Doc Marsh sent you for, didn't you? The milk? Oh, yeah, yeah, the milk. Well, you see, it was like this, Gus. I know how it is. You've been popping off in every tavern in town. Me? No, no, not because I was... Stop it. I come up here to give you a little message. A what? A message from Mr. Latimer. Here it is. The room we want is at the end of the hall, Batman. I know. There it is, Robin. Yes, here's hoping that Punchy character is home, Batman. Now he can tell us where Clark Kent, Bud Smith is. Here we go. Knock again. Right. Nobody home. What do we do now? I guess all we can do is wait downstairs and hope he'll show up. What was that? What? Thought I heard something. Listen. Yes, there it is again. Uh-huh. In Punchy's room, it sounds like... Wait, Robin. Let's try the door. It's unlocked. Uh-oh. Christopher Columbus. Look, Batman. On the floor. Now I see him. Great Scott. This fellow's been stabbed. Yeah, and unless I miss my guess, it's Punchy. The answer's the description, all right. Oh, he's in bad shape. Quick, where's the phone? There isn't any jeepers, Batman. We counted on Punchy to tell us where... Don't waste time talking, Robin. Go out and find a doctor and a police officer. I'm on my way. Hurry, Robin, hurry. Right. No use. I'm done for. Take it easy, Punchy. We'll have a doctor here right away. I gotta... I tell you, gotta help the Titans and Bud Smith. Greatest picture ever. Did you say Bud Smith? Yeah. Get the coppers. Take them to Bud Smith. Do you know where Smith is, Punchy? Yeah. Latimer's got him. Latimer, eh? I knew it. Where's he holding Smith? In the bungalow. You gotta get there fast, or it'll be too late. Where's this bungalow? Yeah. They're gonna finish him. Where is the bungalow, Punchy? Where? On Adams Street. Adams Street? Yeah. Doc. Doctor. What number on Adams? Do you know? Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-one? Twenty-one-nineteen. Twenty-one-nineteen, Adams Street. Yeah. Save Bud Smith. Titans can win Bud Smith. We'll save him. Now listen. What's chance since I've been... Thirty-five. Punchy. Punchy. Here's the doctor, Batman. It's too late, Robin. He's gone. Get Inspector Henderson on the car radio, Robin. Okay, Papa. Hurry. Tell him to meet us at 2119 Adams Street with a squad of officers, but quick. Check. Batman and Robin calling Metropolis Police Headquarters. Batman and Robin calling Police Headquarters. Come in, please. Over. Police Headquarters to Batman and Robin. Go ahead. Urgent message to Inspector Henderson. Meet us at 2119 Adams Street. Repeat. Meet us at 2119 Adams Street with a squad of men at once. Bud Smith is there. Over. Are you sure about Smith? You heard me. Bud Smith is at 2119 Adams Street. And tell the inspector not to spare the horses. Got it. Over and out. Let's go, Batman. Hang on to your hats on it, boy. We're on our way. Bring the accelerator down to the floorboard. The Batman sends his powerful Batmobile roaring through the streets. Bound for Dr. Marsh's bungalow. What will happen there? We'll be back in a moment to find out. So stand by. It's exciting, it's thrilling, and it's yours for only one dime in cash plus one pep box stop. You bet I'm talking about the genuine army money belt Kellogg's pep is offering you. It's the real thing, just like the G.I.'s wore, with three secret compartments, one large pocket and two smaller ones, and there's a special flap that folds over on the inside and keeps those pockets secret. 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As Batman and Robin and their Batmobile roared up and stopped before Dr. Marsh's small bungalow on Adams Street, a police car carrying Inspector Henderson and half a dozen officers swung in from the corner and braked to a stop beside them. As we continue now, the police officers have spread around to the outside of the house. Batman, Robin, Inspector Henderson, and Sergeant Healy stand on the little porch outside the front door. Ring the bell again, Inspector. I've rung it a half a dozen times, Batman. Either nobody's inside or they're playing puss. I'm sure they're in there. So am I. Yeah, we'll find out right now. Break that window, Healy. Okay, Inspector. Careful, though. Just in case somebody's standing inside with a gun. Well, if they are, this ought to draw a shot. Quick, get back here, he... Okay. Nothing happened, Batman. Something tells me something will happen now. I'm going in through the window. No, no, no. Come back here, Batman. Sorry, Inspector. This is my party. And mine. Come back here, Robin. All right, come on, Healy. Let's follow them. Right, Inspector. Smith. Bud Smith. Where are you, Latimer? You better give up. This is the end of the line. Anybody home, Batman? Doesn't seem to be. This bedroom is empty. So is this one. Yeah. And so is the living room and the kitchen. The whole house is empty. Maybe not, Inspector. There's no attic, but there's a cellar. Well, Healy's down there. Find anything, Healy? Nobody down here in the cellar. Inspector. Yeah. I thought not. Then where is Bud Smith? And where's Big George Latimer? I don't know, Robin. It looks as if Latimer's outsmarted us again. Helplessly, Batman and Robin look about the small, empty bungalow, while Inspector Henderson glares at the mangrove. Yes, once more, the cunning Big George Latimer has outmaneuvered Batman and Robin, and the police. What will happen now with only hours remaining before Superman's mind and body are crippled forever? 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