Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes. Well, I can do without any further lines from Shakespeare, Batman.
Yes, it was a good one.
when they reached 20,000 feet.
One too many. Quantity finally exceeded quality, Puzzler.
And this scheme could've been under our noses all the time.
- Unless... - Unless?
Then the guards are gone?
Have you taken leave of your senses, Glider?
Aboard, aboard.
will teach me everything I need to know about flying the Retsoor.
I suspect the authorities should be arriving shortly.
One must keep up with the Space Age, Rocket.
You're a genius, chief.
Well...
Oh. Then matching the digits to the letters, P-U-Z-Z-L-E-S...
Ho-ho-ho.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Well...
or that it connects with the hangar.
Leaving out the semantics, you're about to be launched...
Mother Machree, a rooster!