Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell Warden Crichton, they keep better on ice.

[engine revving]

How can he, you birdbrains?

Very wise, Master Robin.

Mr. Wayne and I are close. I've dined there often.

Colors are certainly striking.

Inside the front hall of Wayne Manor

- A trap. - Dummies in that armor.

What'll we do now, Batman?

I'll be safe in my hideaway in Alaska.

'aren't there two suits of ancient armor?'

It's filled with a lifetime supply of butane gas

No, Chief O'Hara, not "Saints alive"

[Penguin laughing]

'She only glimpsed him for a moment.'