Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course.
The answer to a policeman's prayer.
Saints alive. While he was playing a Burmese number.
Gee, whiz, I certainly didn't mean that she...
Take them to the cutting machine.
Crushing, indeed.
They're utterly fooled.
Such mastery of the keyboard.
Well, surely, you must be jesting.
Police headquarters.
Everything set for tonight's caper?
You put it so well.
Oh. What a wonderful idea.
Oh, me and my left-footed thumbs, how did I do that?
You fiend.
of some kind of criminal hypnotism.
Until tomorrow.
Holy apparition.
Yeah. They're snoozing in the back room.
Harry, what would it take for me to get out of your power?
We are ghosts, maestro.
with a roll out by Paderewski.
Plug me in at once into the hotline Batphone circuit.
The poor devil.