Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tiny radio transmitter hooked up inside your criminal piano?

I've been listening to that Chandell concert from Gotham Town Hall.

Twenty Befront Street.

To the Batpoles. Let's go.

Chandell, love, could it be a trap?

Now, hear this, emergency, cancel all leaves.

- Oh. - Swiftly now, lassies, we've much to do.

you can put back on your safety catches, we've been outfoxed.

Catastrophic, unprecedented.

Well, who is going to protect my concert tonight at Gotham Town Hall?

I'll toy idly with the keys and set the mood again.

Gosh, he's quite a famous ladies' man, isn't he?

I have a fantastic plan.

His lair is an abandoned music roll factory.

I regret to say, sir, Batman and Robin are not at present available.

Chief O'Hara to all machine gunners...