Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Mm, beg pardon? - Never mind, Bruce.
Sure thing, Bruce.
An echo haunts my ears.
It's obvious, we're about to be fed into a machine...
Farewell, costumed clowns.
I'm afraid it means the end of our vacations.
She insisted on paying a private visit to the great maestro in his dressing room.
I've never heard such a monstrous threat in all my life.
The Dynamic Duo is away, all right.
Criminal tools, of course.
Five million? Where?
A grim tale, indeed.
and my nephew, Dick, is on a school holiday.
But you have a voice of a nightingale.
This travesty's gone far enough.
- How very gauche, if I may say so. - Oh!
I must have lost my wits.
Good day to you, lads and lassies. A very good day to you.
Batman. Batman.
It's almost hypnotic.
And I can see the Gordens and the Campbells...
Gee, Sal.