Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He sounded very much alive.
Yes, Batman, that's very clever, but it seems as if in saving us...
To the Batcave.
Bit of an art buff yourself, aren't you, Batman?
Me, Batman?
Robin, the switch.
I'm getting no place fast with this alphabet mishmash.
Who's even going to know it, if he's killed The Green Hornet...
- permit me to introduce myself. - Aah!
I suppose your renowned Howling Monkey stamp...
and running down your felonious foreman...
Good bye.
I'll be right there, Alfred. Keep trying, old chum.
Don't spill any more beans.
Uh, what kind of a guy is he, Bruce?
As long as we're spelling things out, Miss Pinkston...
- How was the convention last night? - Heh.
- Mm. Mm. - I wouldn't worry.
that either Batman or The Green Hornet would admit to anything...
Colonel Gumm's Super Instant Glue Gone.
and apparently chasing The Green Hornet out of town.
Commissioner, do me a favor. Miss Pinkston's in the community room.