Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's Artemus Knab, Rocket.
I hereby christen the Retsoor...
and I have a passkey. I don't think he'd mind.
No, thank you.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Macbeth, Act 1.
Now, what's all this about castles and seats?
- Just like you said, Puzzler. - Ha, ha!
Puzzle balloons for the Dynamic Duo, boys.
Of course.
my various other lesser monopolies.
Care to see a sample of our wares?
Yes.
at the Gotham Arms immediately.
That's what I said, sell. I don't care what happens to the market.
A moment, commissioner.
Fat and greasy?
Is that your explanation for interrupting it?
The Batphone, sir.
Yes, commissioner.
pinned that balloon on me while I was momentarily incapacitated.
Adieu, adieu, remember me.
And here's another little surprise for you.
You mean Batman and Robin?
And that among other things spells expensive jewelry.
But on the terrace of a penthouse suite atop the sky-high Gotham Arms...
I'm backing Puzzler in the manufacture of puzzle balloons.
Ah...
Not to mention my movie-studio monopoly.
And that among other things spells expensive jewelry.
My mission is to photograph Retsoor's controls, yours is to line our pockets.
Puzzler, what if Artie Knabi finds us in his penthouse?