Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

NARRATOR". But even as the Dynamic Duo speeds from the fabulous Batcave...

Upstairs, Commissioner Gordon's office. Quickly, Robin.

If a bird can't get arrested by potting a police commissioner with a pie...

I was dusting the anticrime computer.

- Ha, ha. - Pretty fishy, if you ask me.

Another of your advanced penological techniques.

Precisely, Robin.

You make something of this enigma, Batman?

- Forward, feckless flatfoot. - Never.

Looks like I'm caught with my feathers down, doesn't it?

- Can you meet me here at once? - It may take a little longer than that.

Hi, my friends.

The swimming pool.

Have a heart, chief. Penguin didn't mean any harm.

Toss the rest of this pie in after him.

How dare you confine a super-criminal of my ilk in this petty city jail all night?

So, Penguin, another crude attempt to buy a ticket to the lockup, eh?

Drat it. Caught red-handed, ain't I?

We're on official business.

- It's all you rate, Penguin. - What?

How the heck did you know?

Chickadee, to the waterslide.