Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As the seconds tick away...
Listen to this.
Fill it. Quickly.
Oh Quicksand sucking us in, struggle
No man can live with the wails of the hungry children in his conscience.
the clouds above police headquarters seemed to be darkening...
Standing fast will prompt unholy destruction.
or as an infant.
Now, if my original premise was correct and that machine has done a man's job...
And 13 for man.
zero minus three...
I'll help you just as soon as I collate these figures for the remote Bat Computer.
I knew it was a cheap flashlight.
Fifteen feet of lethal quicksand.
How could the Riddler resist such a treasure.
Seems to me that any nest is most blessed when there are little ones in it.
like a puzzle?
- How did they survive? - Right was on our side, that's how.
Yes. I'm Batman.
are victims because of their own panic. - Not doing a lot for my nerves.
In mere moments, an explosive charge inside that ticking green box...