Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Robin, the switch.
I suppose your renowned Howling Monkey stamp...
- Mm. Mm. - I wouldn't worry.
Who's even going to know it, if he's killed The Green Hornet...
that either Batman or The Green Hornet would admit to anything...
As long as we're spelling things out, Miss Pinkston...
I'll be right there, Alfred. Keep trying, old chum.
Commissioner, do me a favor. Miss Pinkston's in the community room.
He sounded very much alive.
and running down your felonious foreman...
- permit me to introduce myself. - Aah!
Me, Batman?
- How was the convention last night? - Heh.
Colonel Gumm's Super Instant Glue Gone.
I'm getting no place fast with this alphabet mishmash.
Yes, Batman, that's very clever, but it seems as if in saving us...
and apparently chasing The Green Hornet out of town.
To the Batcave.
Bit of an art buff yourself, aren't you, Batman?
Don't spill any more beans.
Uh, what kind of a guy is he, Bruce?
Good bye.