Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

of the intersection of Mulberry and 7th Streets.
There you are. My own armored division.
- Why, I don't understand this, Mr. Penguin. - Sorry, general, that's show business.
Batman and Robin, we're all ready. Come here.
I'm afraid I've got it bad, Robin baby.
Perhaps you should try and knit us a few old toads, darling.
Great acting job, Batman. You could run for senator. Or governor.
Oh, oh. Mm.
Not yet?
Don't bother, Batman.
Beautiful, Batman. You shorted out the fuse box and cut off the power to the magnet.
There's some hideously honest motive behind all this.
Here's 5 bucks. I want you to haul that away.
It is two lines longer than Hamlet, sir.
Try to wrench yourself free, Robin.
I think the first step might be for Robin and me...
What are you doing in those suits of armor, Batman?
And keep moving, you Cupcake Crusaders.
After them, men. Charge!
When he tried to smash the two of you like a pair of ripe tomatoes?
Next year?
That's an impossible shot, Batman.
- Huh, major? - Hmm?
In these things?
- Penguin? - Uh-huh?