Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

run by an old super-crooked friend.
which was unluckily overlooked when the bird was searched.
- What? - He was merely baiting us. Don't swallow.
It's outrageous. I'll sue you, you piteous upstarts.
Good thinking, Robin.
In that case, I'll just... Thank you very much. Quack, quack, quack.
That fellow did a term up the river as Warden Crichton's personal valet.
We've had a conference, Penguin.
- Curious. That door was open. - Maybe Penguin has plans...
- And after he does... - Wham! We pounce.
Are you certain you know what you're doing, Batman?
Ah, there it flashes now.
We know the Penguin's plot.
We'll listen in via Bat-microphone and peer through this window.
Terrific. Let's go.
Quick, get his keys. Chickadee, get his gun.
Imagine throwing away a business worth hundreds of thousands...
The idea is to teach them how to handle their personal finances...
It's not coming, Penguin.
- Ahem. - An unsavory crew.