Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm honored, Comrade Penguin. - Heh, heh.
from the wrist of one Mrs. Harriet Cooper.
The one that we tried to bump off in the trunk. Better have a look.
One I'm sure you'll find very, very satisfying.
No. Your eloquence has gained you freedom, Mr. Penguin.
Another day, another way.
I was apprehended in the act of heisting a diamond bracelet...
A fair duel? With that crooked bird?
And he will be cooked before your very eyes...
In other words, the acts of which you're accused...
Your host and colleague, Mr. Quertch.
That brainy bird of prey, the Penguin.
He felt, he felt!
Sinister.
It's a catered affair, madam.
Rendezvous with Ballpoint Baxter in the next cell.
Mr. Quertch. - Heh.
Costume Device off.
Up with your flippers.
- Quack. - The job of crime-fighting is theirs.
Eh. Hello? This is Mr. P. N. Guin.
What do we do? Cut them with our Insulated Bat-clippers?
- What's happened? - Who is he, Pengy?
There. That ought to do that thing. That ought to do it.
What? A super-crook like him in a mere city jail?
Ah, there you are, Mr. Wayne. Good day, Mr. Wayne.
Answer it.