Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a fake tiara for the real one.

Gosh, Bruce. Why can't I ever beat you?

[continues laughing]

I have the Q Batman!

[dramatic music]

Things certainly are turning the wrong way for them.

...it is with great pleasure that I crown you Queen of Beauty

when we make our entrance.

dreary hideout of the sinister River Rats Gang

[girls screaming]

[wine bottles popping]

you come zooming out of this room like jet planes

Twenty five thousand dollars in prize money.

You think? That's mate...old chum.

May we escort you to your hotel?

are holing up with King Boris.

Thank you, my friends. But the pleasure is entirely mine.

I'm sure you'd like to go to the hotel.

when I deduct the cheese bill from your share of the profits.

You, my dear king, have been reduced to a pawn.

in the world. Right, Mr. Ambassador.