Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put him in there, boys. Put him in there.
No compliment.
who were asking some questions about Hot Dog Harrigan.
But this time I will outsmart them.
He's all yours, gentlemen.
But we've just ran out of hot water and Epsom salts. Ha-ha-ha.
Hey, what is this? What are you doing to me?
Me, the Joker, king of the surf and all the surfers.
Some chick who's been hanging around the beach.
Holy ten toes.
Here comes the wave of the day. They ought to be able to take off on it.
Oh! Big deal.
- Alfred, alert the Batcopter port. - At once, sir.
Just a little bit harder I think I'm gonna cry
it's exploding itself. it's exploding itself.
For being the more colorful surfer.
May we join you?
to set off the explosion that released us from our foam blank coffins.