Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Holy corpuscles. - Yes.

I've tracked you to the old, abandoned Gizeh Gardens...

- Whatever will you do now, sir? - There's always the Bat-geiger Counter.

Of the dozens of pharmacies, the scores of drugstores in Gotham City...

I shall end this miserable existence...

It would be a pleasure.

Gosh, Batman, what are they dressed like that for?

Millionaire Bruce Wayne.

Commissioner, do you have a copy of the Gotham City classified directory?

A word recently superseded by that of druggists or pharmacists.

You should know that, Robin, if you're up on your studies of Egyptology.

For the first time since the golden age of Ramses Junior...

Yes, commissioner?

I'm afraid the summer relief girl for my regular secretary Bonnie isn't much of a relief.

Thank you, and good luck to you, Mr. Hornet.

Now, I need my unfathomable female here and now for my royal predictions.

Oh, we didn't think of it, Your Kingship. Mister...

Holy hieroglyphics. This might mean a battle royal.

Beetles, Chief O'Hara?

by throwing myself off the Aswan High Dam.

- Talking sphinx? - If you remember, Robin...