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Too bad that chicken-hearted Batman isn't here to die on it.
Believe it or not, the Joker has been invited to enter the Gotham City International Art Contest.
We have no choice, Robin. He's committed no crime.
All I could ever draw is stupid looking farm boys and puppy dogs.
I suggest that you call Mr. Wayne immediately and apprise him of the situation.
Oh, Bruce, Alfred just called from the Park gallery.
Joker's painting, Death of a Mauve Bat...
Oh, you're very funny, Wayne.
- All right, Alfred. I'll tell him right away. - Thank you, madam.
And in one of the many picturesque art galleries where culture-loving Gothamites gather...
You're right, Batman.
What happened to the signs, Bruce?
Well, of course, my dear.
But that is no way to make a banana.
Oh, yes, every line in place, every color balanced.
Something must have happened to Bruce's Bat-communicator, Alfred.