Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I see what you mean, Batman. He's got the gold, but we've got him.
Oh, my, he's very romantic.
- Are you all right, chief? - Look what he done to me.
It's not difficult if you have steady nerves and a good ear...
Well, perhaps Batman has some show business in his blood.
Marsha's aunt Hilda.
It wasn't what he said, Robin, but what Penguin had said.
But of course you couldn't have known that.
That should take care of them for a while.
You'd need a railroad train to move that gold.
Not even inside a tank.
Yeah.
Thank you. You've just told me where Penguin is.
There is no honor among thieves, Robin.
Oh, and foiled again.
I'm afraid your movie career will be interrupted for quite a while, Marsha.
Aunty only gets nervous in closed rooms, darling.
all he took were some old plans dating from World War ll.
Roger.
- Chief O'Hara! - Quickly. Help me with this.
Bullion.
Oh, no, you don't, Batman. I might steal, but I don't squeal.
it automatically increased the counter-air pressure...
What an ironic end for that crook.
Knowing the Penguin's twisted mind, he could mean only one thing.
- Ragout? - Mm.
Springs? Every bolt of this machine is worth a carload of springs.
That Batman thought he had me all wrapped up.