Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Until the day we meet again
then vamp Aunt Harriet, marry the Wayne fortune.
To the Batmobile.
And I recall, he...
How come we didn't get punched full of holes?
Of my poor darlin'
Disaster. Which way out?
- I'll round up those crooked cookies. - No, Robin, wait.
I've just thought of a beautiful new plan.
Nice singing, Robin.
Sing what?
Then I'll sneak 5 million out of our joint checking account...
NARRATOR". We have already seen the great maestro of the keyboard, Chandell.
- He was not Chandell. - Oh, dear me.
A hundred thousand bucks, payable by midnight tonight...
- Are you certain, madam? - Oh, yes, Alfred, I'm quite certain.
In today's climate, that could land us behind bars.
A legal question.
- What, Batman? - Back to Wayne Manor...
I have a little plan of my own.
Holy Paderewski.
but it is time to end this criminal symphony.
- Blow him a lullaby. - Right, Harry doll.
With my profoundest admiration, Mrs. Cooper...
It appears she has another, um, ahem, secret rendezvous...