I'm depressed, red.
Here it is the holiday time and we're hiding on this dingy rat trap.
No presents, no fun, no nothing.
Can't we at least get a Christmas tree?
What?
And support the mad campaign of the botanical genocide that grips this country every December?
But Christmas trees are so bright and fun and pretty!
Oh, please, please, please...
Come down, Harol, I've got a little plan that'll make this the happiest holiday ever.
So tell me Bruce, what does Gotham's most eligible bachelor have planed for the holidays?
Skiing in the Alps? Sunning in the Bahamas?
And more importantly, who's he taking?
Actually I was planning on a quiet Christmas alone, Ronica.
Really? I wouldn't tell them that.
Who's them?
Brucy!
You're standing under the mistletoe. [Custom is that people can kiss each other standing under a mistletoe. ]
Cheers.
Now ladies...
Oh, isn't he really...
Bye...
May we give you a ride, Mr. Wayne?
No, thanks. I have my own car.
Oh, but we insist!
Season's greetings, Brucy.
Your two favorite party girls are out for some Christmas fun.
I [?] the special lipstick back at the party.
Now we've got Gotham's handsomest, wealthiest bachelor...
to treat us to a holiday shopping spree.
Whee-Pee! Race to the shoe department, Red.
You're on.
Please.
No!
Step lightly there, Brucy.
Look, pianos.
I've had just about enough of this.
I think the stuff is wearing off.
Can't have that. Give'em another shot.
Rightaroni, give me some sugar, baby.
No, not again!
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
We... we killed him.
Oh, well.
We were going to do it anyway.
We've got his credit cards, what's to worry?
So, where to now?
Any place is fine by me,
as long as it's away from that guy.
Quick, in the toy store!
I'll bet you've been a good little bat boy this year.
Unfortunately, Harley and I are still on the naughty list.
Come on up and get your presents.
Merry Christmas, darling.
And happy new year, chump!
Ah, gee, Harley, you broke our new toy.
Bye-bye, batty!
Well, here's your stupid tree. You happy?
Yeah.
It's perfect. Dad will love it.
I've heard kids being afraid of Santa, but they've been crying all day.
Yeah, yeah, big cry baby. Next.
I don't believe it.
You know you could be a little more jolly thing, Nick.
Give me a break, Montoya.
This is the only mistake I've ever been on.
We'd better get some lean on this invisible [?]... Oh!
You're not the real Santy Claus.
Sure I am. Wanna see my gun? Aow!
My name is May Swinnie, Santa.
Can you bring my daddy home for Christmas?
Gee, kid, I don't know. Where's your pa?
In prison.
You mean your dad's Mad Dog? I mean Mike Swennie?
Un-ha.
Poor kid! I sent [? ] three months ago.
Listen, kid, all was like this, yea, I'd like to help ya, but ah...
What I mean is, sometimes even Santy can't make every wish come true.
Ah, here, kid, buy yourself something nice.
Thank you, Santa!
Can I buy something for my daddy, too?
As long as [?], why not?
Wait a minute.
Hold on right there, young... man?
and a bag of [?] balls, and a football,
and an army man, and a monster,
and a comic book, and a speed boat,
Wake up Harvey, we're on!
and a... Ahh!
Stop!
Hold it!
Hey, kid!
Hold, police!
[?] Clay face!
Mother freak, I'll drill ya.
Whoo, you scared me, tubby.
Great thing about being a shape shifty:
I can blend in with the crowd outside, make my get-away,
and reborn some other joint.
Once you two run out of the way there's gonna be no one stop me.
Don't bet on it, grewsome!
Run! Clear the area now!
Aim high!
Don't be [?] on him. Shoot the Santa!
You wouldn't!
Not you, dope, that Santa.
Well, so much for [?].
Let's get a cup of jell.
Not so fast, Santa.
We still have to recover the evidence.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes. Roll up those sleeves.
Ho, ho, ho.
The ball is snapped.
Out in area fades back, looking for an opening.
Hi-ho, couch potatoes, I'm interrupting the Toilet Bowl ...
to bring in my very special New Year resolution.
Starting tonight the midnight, I, your loving uncle Joker,
do solemnly vow not to kill anyone for a whole year,
which means I'm going to have to work extra fast to bump off a few more of you today.
Hysterical.
As to who, how, and when...
let's make that a game-
A countdown of victims that will end at midnight,
unless our dear dark knight stops me first. Hahahaha...
Joker broadcast that message at noon.
Since then there's only one victim turned up:
Dr. John Ericson,
a pioneer in sonar research [?].
Says here he was working on some special weapon.
A sort of sonic bomb,
once activated, the device releases waves and hyper sound...
strong enough to kill anyone with an ear shot,
unless they're wearing these special mufflers.
Joker's got the bomb and he's gonna use it tonight.
He promised to count down the victims,
and there's no bigger count down on New Year's Eve than that Gotham square.
I love New Year's Eve- so many happy faces.
How's it coming, boys?
All set, boss. We hope that bomb bop just like you told us.
Once the bell reaches the clock, everyone's getting a real bad earache.
I really have to congratulate myself on this one.
It's almost magic time and batman is nowhere insight.
Of course he does have that annoying habit of spoiling my fund at the last minute.
So I wisely start up on party fevers.
You're sure he'll be here?
With murder on this scale, Joker will be close by to enjoy his handy work,
even in this crowd he'll stick out like a sole thumb.
You were saying...?
Not only has Joker found a perfect hiding place,
he's fixed that all his victims will die with a smile.
There.
Those clowns're wearing sound mufflers.
Batman!
Poor bats.
That champagne went right to your head,
now you'll miss the big count down.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One!
Oh, no.
Happy New Year!
Ouch.
Sorry fellas, closing time.
But we want to sing.
Happy New Year, commish,
I heard your buddy had a rough night.
I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show this time.
Ain't breaking our tradition.
In fact, unless I miss my guess...
That's him now.
How's that arm?
Better than the Joker's.
Close one this time.
Umm. They're all close ones.
Well, here's to survival.
Hopefully we will be doing this again next New Year's Eve.
Hopefully.
And now, Joe, if I can get one of your famous chess stick to go?
I'll be right at the call tonight.
Anything for you...
One of these years, I'm going to beat him to the check.