Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alright, Chief, you arrange for the balloon.

Scratch the jeweled meteorite.

Now just do as I say. Listen.

in some sort of nasty snare.

'Pretty tough throw for the bat-a-ring, huh?'

[clock chiming]

Mm-hmm. When and where?

[stuttering] B-b-but the gas..

(Robin) 'Studded with emeralds, and diamonds, and rubies.'

(Robin) 'Gosh, yes! He's got all that equipment readymade'

Her manner did seem a trifle odd.

'from the statue of George Washington'

Yeah, the game's going exactly as I planned.

as the shape and shadow of a huge bat.

The penguin operates from this roof across the street.

It might be due to sunspots, Master Robin.

was involved in a wicked crime last week.

So this is the end of my fiendish, well-laid plan, is it?

Hawkeye, get out your notebook.

- Let him go. - What?

Could it be the Penguin's way of taunting us with a clue