Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just hope it isn't too late.
Nonsense, Duke.
See you later.
You mean the one talking to her hot dog?
Hook me up, Riptide. Hook me up.
- Right here, boss. - Good.
Toss him in the bin of that work bench and file him away.
All I had to do is activate this portable ultraviolet Bat-Ray from my Utility Belt...
just as this hot comber was breaking, I cut into the tunnel...
Skip Parker's as good as new.
Why not? Why not?
Duke?
NARRATOR". Are Batman and Robin being processed into human surfboards?
They'll look better with a coat of catalyzed resin. Come on, let's get started.
Skip Parker? Hijacked? By the Joker?
a surfers' hangout run by one-time surfing great, Hot Dog Harrigan...
It's too late, Batman. The entries are closed.
And Joker's starting an island pull-out.
Sandy footprints leading to that work bench.
and all my ability out of me.
Yes, they were no doubt dissolved in that foam...
The shark's gone.
and finally a paraffin rubdown on your top decks.
Say, something is pounding in this trashcan.
Maybe they've got some connection with the Joker.
Plus your strength, speed and stamina...
But watch him cross the swash.
So that all his youthful energy will be pumped into my blood and bones.