Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, merciful heavens to Betsy, my diamond bracelet is gone.
What did I tell you?
Oh, how disgustingly frustrating.
What are you doing, sleeping?
for one diamond bracelet.
So strange that wouldn't it be perhaps wise to consult Batman?
but sometimes I just don't know.
Irritating. Most irritating.
Not to mention notorious female bootlegger of untaxed cigars.
Robin and I against you and your mangy mob?
Thus furnishing Penguin with a perfect sample of his patron's handwriting, signature and all.
Stand still, you red-breasted roadrunner.
Vicious little eavesdropper.
- What do you want? - Amalgamated Caterers.
No, no, he was simply overwrought with astonishment.
was merely a case of post-prison nerves.
"Cell Q-7.
Good day, Penguin.
Gosh, yes, you're right, Batman.
It's his last chance to see Chief O'Hara alive.
Accepted, my dear chief.
Well, they're all out on perfectly legal parole.
After him, you fink! After him!
And it means there are bats in this belfry.
You've betrayed us all.
I recommend a cup of warm cocoa to calm your post-prison nerves.