Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Alfred! - Sir?

Any thoughts, Batman?

And I make it unanimous.

When a man has paid his debt to society, he must be released.

'Electronic bugging devices.'

It helps acclimate them to the outside world.

Here you are. Free umbrellas. Win yourself a prize.

Address. 196 West, Seventh Avenue.

Someone must have flipped his fine feathered wig.

Any luck with that fabric?

That's strange, everyone carrying umbrellas.

stately home of millionaire Bruce Wayne

when he left prison.

'He's sure some kind of pest, ain't he?'

Oh, the dynamic duo. Such distinguished customers.

Outside the bank, at Jefferson and 12th.

Let's find out if anyone's opened an umbrella factory

And arrange a fatal accident.

It was myself who imparted the information.

I only make the umbrellas.

[intense music]

Alfred the faithful butler responds to the hotline.

Where are you going in such an almighty hurry?

You've outsmarted us this time, Penguin.

Devilish. Sinister.

of the rascally penguin and his fine feathered finks.

[bat-phone ringing]