Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Batcomputer even punctuated this.
will penetrate anything and anybody...
Bruce Wayne was in the shop of his stamp dealer yesterday afternoon...
There's no dual identity in a warehouse.
- Hello, Britt. - Hi.
and then thumbtacked to a wall by the corrupt Colonel Gumm...
Yes, Apricot, word will get around, all right.
he had this gruesome gizmo with him.
Still alive? How could they be?
to the feild!
making inquiries about that missing stamp of your old man's.
That should give them a chance to use their Hornet Sting.
It was a high-velocity spectrobiscopic range reflector mini-unit. Hm.
Yes, Batman.
There's no doubt about it. Probably looked up by her foreman before we arrived.
your turn.
I wonder if some creative artist couldn't capture the two of you on canvas.
Apricot, and this time I am talking to you, get to work on the ropes around my wrists.
Yes, there's nothing quite like a Batclimb.
Batman can handle this. Let's go.
You're right, Reprint.
It looked like the end there for a minute.
The Green Hornet, he's gone.