Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take cover.
I'm down to two veils.
Must be Aunt Hilda. She loves loud noises.
Everything looks shipshape, Batman.
I think it's time we scrapped him.
It's your fault! Wasting those golden shells.
That's a low-down, underhanded trick.
Yes, it would seem that way, but I'm still worried.
Fortunately, we were able to reach our Utility Belts...
And I'm not sure I like all those bumpkins cluttering up my nice cave.
And on top of everything else, the police switchboard is flooded with calls...
Come on, Aunt Hilda, let's go.
Why, even if he blew a hole in the wall, I've got 200 men stationed outside.
He set up his film company to steal the armor from the museum.
We need more than gestures to stop that fiend.
That should teach that Caped Codfish something.
Now, now, don't get yourself in a stew, Pengy.
Penguin could have carried tanks of compressed fresh air...
I think Batman would appreciate your compliment, Aunt Harriet.