Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about that phony Star of Samarkand this morning?

The Wayne foundation of which I'm the head

Atomic batteries to power.

(male narrator) We have already seen a quiet Gotham City Bank.

You already have your filthy lucre.

Well, console yourself, my boy.

What? You know?

Poised on their own murderous petards.

You were performing your proper duty.

I speak for him officially.

Batman into our trap.

- He asked me to give a message. - Yes?

Where will it end?

To the Bat-poles.

Kidnapping, murder.

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she was subjected to a potent but harmless drug.

A call to Batman.

Now we return to our regular scheduled program in progress

What is the word?

Even I cannot devise the answer.

Begging you pardon, sir. Not true.

He's in none of them.

Poor, twisted mind.

What's the big idea, genius?

Could be a deception.

Our only interest is the safe return of Mrs. Harriet Cooper.

That will be very sad.

Nice thinking, Alfred. Darn nice thinking.

Hello, criminals.

Gosh, Batman, I'm stumped.

(Robin) 'Hey, a gas lighter than air?'

(Robin) 'Look, Batman.'

Consider it settled then.