Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that all the objects of art are still in the museum.

Oh. Batman and Robin, how nice to see you.

for the Benefit of the Amalgamated Crooks of Gotham City.

I want to make you a millionairess.

- How much capital? - Mm, as much as we can get.

Casting us as bandits would appeal to Penguin's warped sense of humor.

Get ready, Marsha.

- Very clever. - Mm?

so we could keep an eye on Penguin. - Precisely, Robin.

Why, half the men in the world would fight to be kissed by Marsha, Queen of Diamonds.

Aw, you looked like you were putting up quite a struggle, all right.

Or would you rather return my collateral to me?

Good. Speaking of the immediate future...

An armored-car holdup in broad daylight?

But I need capital, because this is a very expensive front.

Twenty-three thousand quarts of homogenized milk here.

I think Batman has discovered the missing armor.

That one you put in my lipstick was a complete failure.

I didn't have time to explain...

I am Mr. Penguin, madam.

No wonder your lips are chapped.

We're going to be late for that lecture to the Crime Prevention League.

- I wrote it myself. - Obviously.

We play a pair of barbarian bandits sentenced to fight as gladiators in the Coliseum.

An exact duplicate of the famous Tyrrhenian baths in ancient Rome.

Years of outlawry have taken their inevitable toll.

I write the lines around here, Boy Blowhard.

But we don't have to make things easy for him.

Are you ready to make history with this milk bath, my dear?

I'll sue you for assault and battery and aggravated interference.