Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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