Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute. Here's another 5.
Because Penguin Productions is prepared to offer you an exclusive five-year contract.
Batman is right, Chief O'Hara.
I don't know what I'll do now.
And they'll need a blotter to soak up our remains.
Marsha and her aunt Hilda are looking for elderly toads...
Headlines in the movie trade papers.
Now you're in the trash heap where you belong, Dynamic Dodos.
for Aunt Hilda's evil potion.
Yes, they are, sir.
- Why, certainly. Certainly, Mr. Penguin. - All right, crew, come on in.
Sir, we haven't had any cavalry since 1910.
- You mean you can get out of your suit? - No, Robin.
I was once a struggling young actor myself.
Well, in Hollywood, sir, a profile like yours is half the battle.
Whatever it is, we'll do our best to get it back.
Remember Custer... No, no, let's forget Custer.
- Stop! Stop! - Quack, quack, quack.
Through the alley, you finks.
Very good, sir. And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get on with my film.
Fire if you must, men, but protect your leader.
- What do you mean by that? - Never mind. Here, here.
We want you for a 10-year contract.
That truck he's driving is too light to support all that armor.
Uh, through that door and capture the enemy.