Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The whole room be going.
Announcement of your agreement to this...
I didn't mean that. I mean, I surrender.
Our barbecue chef will be right back. Let's surprise him.
But could you tell me, perhaps, when you will be home?
Holy kilowatts, of course.
Two voices on the telephone.
- Let's go after them. - No, Robin.
or the stock exchange becomes a pile of rubble.
- Is there any alternative, Batman? - There just may be, commissioner.
Oh no, boss. Not plan High C.
It's the Bat Bombs I planted.
but not all.
Extortion.
Bass, Treble. All the rest of you.
Which should be evident to the most obtuse by now, I think.
You've got a deal, Minstrel.
Why, yes, he is, Aunt Harriet. In a way.
But I'm warning you, do not delay.
Accept my terms or there will be Irreversible calamity
- We've got to do it. - All right. We give up.
Of course, that would be a high note.