Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

dreary hideout of the sinister River Rats Gang

You think? That's mate...old chum.

[dramatic music]

[wine bottles popping]

May we escort you to your hotel?

when we make our entrance.

I have the Q Batman!

I'm sure you'd like to go to the hotel.

You, my dear king, have been reduced to a pawn.

Gosh, Bruce. Why can't I ever beat you?

you come zooming out of this room like jet planes

in the world. Right, Mr. Ambassador.

[girls screaming]

[continues laughing]

are holing up with King Boris.

...it is with great pleasure that I crown you Queen of Beauty

Twenty five thousand dollars in prize money.

a fake tiara for the real one.

Thank you, my friends. But the pleasure is entirely mine.

when I deduct the cheese bill from your share of the profits.

Things certainly are turning the wrong way for them.