Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, eureka, look.
Joker.
Well, I can't help that, Joker, the signal says right turn.
Infuriating. Here I am on the brink of the greatest caper in criminal history...
practice alert, bats on the premises.
but do you know anyone...
I hardly dare ask it, Mr. Whiteface...
and if I don't have 1 million dollars in cash...
Do as I say, commissioner, extend your left arm.
it would appear that it has been pressed by a most uncommon pressure.
Indeed, precise to an almost inhuman degree.
with the funds of the Wayne Foundation, the results were catastrophic.
Too bad we have no proof.
- What's that Joker? - The signal from the bank.
Ingenuous, this criminal mirth issues from a tiny, super-powered loud speaker...
which houses Penthouse Publishers, formerly innocent purveyors of mirth...
Holy honey corn, that's a tracking signal.
I will be headed up the river without a paddle.