Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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