Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tonight?
but there's almost always a cab waiting downstairs.
Batman.
What else could I do? I'd hurt my fingers in the piano lid.
Imagine me singing to the piano of the world-famous Chandell.
It's your own fault, Chandell, kid...
Luck spelled "Caped Crusaders."
Yes, sir.
Good night.
There's a mystery here...
that I'm positive doesn't belong there.
Let's interrogate them, huh?
and I have a strange hunch that Chandell is at the heart of it.
"To the Batmobile, Robin. Let's go."
Hear this then, maestro.
The Dynamic Duo, out of town?
Good thought, Robin. Perhaps we can learn something.