Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's no doubt it was Egghead, Olga, and the Cossacks?
You are heartless, hairless man.
We've alerted every company in Gotham City...
The Bulbul Scimitar? The Egg of Ogg?
- Want me to call him? - No, no, no. Wait, wait.
Trouble in a car with whiskers.
He arrived just after they left. We were about to shoot... I mean, arrest him...
Oh, no. Oh, please, you can't ask me to rat on my friends.
The Scimitar of Taras Bulbul, the golden Egg of Ogg...
Even today you can find pockets of them scattered throughout Asia.
Perhaps there are some other languages you do know, Egghead.
- Look out, ma'am! - Oh! Oh!
Like rounding the interlopers up and shipping them out.
We also don't know what part Olga and her Cossacks will play.
- Holy here we go again, Batman. - I'm afraid you're right, old churn.
There it is, Batman.
Hm.
No?
are only the beginning of a series of dastardly plans...
and the Bessarovians had been sent back to Bessarovia.
One moment, commissioner.
From all descriptions...
bodes darkening clouds.
I just saw the strangest-looking car outside.
But although we know the pattern, we don't know the particular crime.
No, the invasion was just the beginning...
But why do you think I'm planning all of these crimes for us, Olga?
Ha, ha.
Two blocks down and to the left.
Yes, a shipment of 500 pounds.
There she is.
I feel much better.
Row? As in boat?