Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One thing he'll be doing soon is eating my dust. Ha, ha, ha.
But Ms. Gordon is going to smell something even worse.
Holy diversionary tactic.
I hope so. But why did you tell him to bet on Parasol and not on Bumbershoot?
- I'm gonna call my father. - Oh, one moment.
What do you mean, all but two horses will be scratched?
I haven't been at the office, I've been at the races.
It's a very dark day for racing in Gotham City, Mr. Wayne.
While Batman conveys a message to the racing secretary.
But five men against one girl is ridiculous.
This is a farce, Mr. Wayne.
I was just trying to spruce up the Egyptology section of the library...
What's the matter? King Tut.
Because the more money that's bet on that phony nag, which is bound to lose...
to the governor's suite at the Turf Club? - Yes, sir.
Why, if there were any logical explanation for such a travesty...
In a penguin's tailfeather. Ha, ha, ha.
One mile and one furlong.
A steal at $10,000.
It's Waynebeau. Waynebeau coming clear.
Let him enter Bumbershoot.
But you can ride the fake Parasol and try to win it.
And while I am making the entries, I want you to get rid of all the other horses.
- Caught with the goods, eh, Penguin? - Faugh, how did you get unglued?
will be declared permanently unofficial.
- Hand over that folio, you feathered felon. - And come quietly.
Perfidious? Faugh, I admit I fixed the race, but I fixed it so the best horse won.