Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And inside Room Z...

Unfortunately, he still has the museum's priceless chain-mail armor...

The smell of the greasepaint, the roar of the crowd.

Aunt Hilda, what's wrong with that one?

I want you to give him your utmost cooperation.

Yes, it's in my blood now.

Last time I waited two weeks.

Right here, sir. Come on, men. Hurry.

I'd do anything to get back in front of those cameras.

That magnet has a 2-ton pull. It'll take a locomotive to wrench you free.

I'd sooner see the Russians in the Hexagon than Penguin.

All right, front and forward.

I think it's part of their equipment, like, uh...

We have no choice, Beasley.

You were right, Batman.

and I arranged to have you stuck.