Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've ridden them.
All transferred to you by that nutty Surfing Experience and Ability Transferometer.
it's starting to explode.
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
You dare correct me? You immature mollusk.
Hey, Batman's foam blank's starting to smoke.
Ah, yes, the surf at Barracuda Bay has killed many a braver man than I.
And what I want is Gotham City to plunder and to pillage.
Your adoring public won't leave you alone.
Robin and I will take the Batcopter to save time.
parking their Batmobile in an alley behind this joint.
Now run along. Get a well needed and much deserved rest.
Not at the moment, thank heavens.
Everything you ever knew or heard about surfing down cold.