Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe one of the wickedest women in the world.
We know they're heroic crime-fighters, they think we're criminals.
It's Mrs. Cooper's hair-dryer, sir.
And it won't be composed of letters from alphabet soup.
There's more letters in this alphabet soup than there are in the alphabet.
The Inverted Blue Nile.
You can tear the stamps up, commissioner.
- We'll run him in. - Right.
An enigma.
But it was sweet of you to call. Goodbye.
That's very clever of Miss Pinkston.
Holy unlikelihood.
Bruce, you nut. Talking to a dog?
And a Batclimb up Gotham Towers West will help us flex our muscles.
It's impossible, Batman.
Dreary.
How did the machine take your picture?
What are you doing in Gotham City?
And what monstrous mutilation faces our mantled man-hunters?
Gosh, that's some "ergo," Batman.
Well, Dynamic Duo...
Once they're unglued from Gumm's glue pad...