Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it's simple enough. They know you there. Just apply plenty of this.

And suppose Batman did tell you that the race must be run?

On the inside, Parasol and Waynebeau.

Bumbershoot is not steady yet, not straight. They're waiting on Bumbershoot.

I'm sure Mr. Wayne has many other important things on his mind.

Can we have a word together?

Well, here we are. Business as usual, huh?

Your odds haven't been too good this afternoon, Penguin.

Who's that riding your horse, Waynebeau, Mr. Wayne?

Because I smell a deep and dire plot in all this.

Yes, as racing secretary of this meet, I have a duty to owners, trainers, officials...

The location of Penguin's hideout, for one thing.

Pengy, all we wanna do is win a horse race.

What is that third horse doing down there?

I'll just call. I'm sure that our 10 grand is gonna be in the feed bag, Lulu.

You mean, a real arch-criminal has turned up here in the library?

I wish you were Spanish.

It's Waynebeau coming clear.

All right, I'll take it, but pay cash, Sammy. Ha, ha, ha.

on a Spanish-speaking horse. Ha, ha.

But if I did win, wouldn't that upset all your plans?

I still want Penguin to play out his hand, Robin.

Probably that goat from the glue factory.

if Batman, for instance, told me that this race must be run...

But don't say anything about it yet.

Never mind, Barbara, I can make it.

Well, Robin, to the Batcave.

Bumbershoot is second, Waynebeau is third.