Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and no one will suspect that I shall be he. Not even J. Pauline Spaghetti.

That's it. Spaghetti.

Climbing walls and making unfounded accusations.

- Sandman? - Can there be any doubt about it?

A funny-looking jalopy parked in the rear alley a minute ago.

That door leads to the hall.

Thanks to Dr. Somnambula...

Thank you, kittens.

Oh. Uh, of course. Thank you.

and who searched the world over for a solution to her sleeping problems.

Mrs. Spaghetti. Not for long, but it was a start.

Like sleeping on a zephyr.

Well, we suspect that canny continental crook, Sandman, is in Gotham City...

Exactly, old chum.

I'll wrap this up in a jiffy.

But let's beware and be wary.