Batman: The Brave and the Bold

There it is.

The rocket carrying the United Nations' new comm satellite.

Which in our hands will allow us

to muck up the gears of global communication.

And create worldwide chaos.

Looks like someone's been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

A good spanking is in order for you boys.

Nothing will keep us from controlling that satellite.

Especially you.

Then it sounds to me like it's time to rumble.

Indeed, but it is you who will take the--

I'm sorry, hon, but did you just sing that?

Of course I did--

You see, I too have plans for this satellite,

and now that I've established who's in charge,

get to work.

Well, that's not something you see everyday.

That voice. Beautiful.

The fiend.

His voice can hit a pitch that hypnotically controls anyone who hears it.

This concerto of crime is over.

Batman.

I'm sorry, but my work's not quite done yet.

Something tells me this is only the beginning

of Music Meister's evil orchestrations.

Sounds like you could use a gal pal to help track him down.

These earplugs will protect you

from the Meister's lethal lyrics.

You make sure these criminals are kept under wraps

until the authorities arrive.

I could use a gal pal.

I'm not giving up that easily, bat boy.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're too kind.

With the satellite in my control,

soon all the world will be singing my praise

and making me rich.

Though there is one thing that could still get in my way.

Your show's about to have a long intermission, Music Meister.

Twenty years to life.

Batman. Always Batman.

Always driving villains bats!

Why is he always the top cat?