Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you suppose something could have happened to her?

but warfare wages on in a strange and oblique manner.

Then there's really no use in calling either Britt or Bruce...

- You're just tired. - No, I mean I really smell pink.

So Colonel Gumm is holding me hostage, Apricot? For what?

you've allowed our assailants to escape.

Don't move, commissioner, nor you, chief.

Come on, Robin.

I wouldn't be caught dead in that crazy cowl of his.

- Because I... - Hold it, boss.

Holy uncanny photographic mental processes.

Good thing those guys aren't in town every week.

Ah, Miss Pinkston...

Then there's bound to be some action.

It is a rare honor to have you here, Sefior Barboza. Heh.

And the telephones are out too.

Now, into the enlarged perforating and coiling machine...

All right, boys, outwith the loot.

Lost? I'm surprised at you, Batman.