Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

NARRATOR". While back in the dungeon...
At once? With Londinium traffic the way it is in the late afternoon...
If we only had a length of rope.
- She heard you, Marmaduke. - It matters little, sister dear.
Oh, Marmaduke, I've always wanted to go to the Southern Hemisphere.
NARRATOR". As in the pretty student bodies' dormitory...
But who's going to look after our aftergrass, Marmaduke?
All the other girls are out of their skin over you.
One second, sir. He's right here.
Extraordinary. Ha-ha-ha.
She's landing on your hand, Robin.
He's took some sort of bee-sting pill.
By standing directly under that grating...
But once a death bee lands, she usually stays a while.
Could it be Catwoman back again?
Char?
and we're home free as soon as we get the Crown Jewels.
I'm sorry to bother you, commissioner...
when I toss these lethal fog pellets from the steps.
I thought if I could play all sides against each other, I would come out on top...
That Anti-Lethal-Fog Batspray is working, Batman.
Yes, Robin. Gotham City may be in for some cataclysmic catastrophes.
You heard wrong. Uh, wrongly.
I'll alert the household staff.
Oh, I'm sure he has plenty of problems right now...
He's coming here to the Cricket Pavilion?
Oh, no bother, Mrs. Cooper. I'm glad you found me.