Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I might ask you the same question.
Though they're barely stirring.
How did you get in here? I can't have this sort of thing, you know?
About 100,000 volts, wouldn't you say, Royal Apothecary?
B-A-T-M-A-N.
- It's alive. - Yes.
I have!
NARRATOR". A quiet, balmy midnight in Gotham City.
Oh, yes, yes.
I know, chum. I've been getting your messages.
Look, Your Kingship, you've got yourself a batch of real live ones.
Good idea, Royal Lapidary.
And rather odd assailants, come to think of it, in their strange Egyptian garbs.
One hundred thousand volts.
Live.
and pinch my sphinx.
On special assignment for The Daily Sentinel. You know my aide, Kato.
Osiris, the holy one.
Doubtless to be found on the top floor.
Shake off the shackles of the sepulcher.
No!
Perhaps we should take a look, Your Kingship.
Miss Patrick, a headache pill, please.
and that he himself was the reincarnation of King Tut.
And get it to the populous somehow.