Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Crushing, indeed.
Saints alive. While he was playing a Burmese number.
Until tomorrow.
Well, surely, you must be jesting.
Yeah. They're snoozing in the back room.
Gee, whiz, I certainly didn't mean that she...
The answer to a policeman's prayer.
Plug me in at once into the hotline Batphone circuit.
Of course.
We are ghosts, maestro.
The poor devil.
You put it so well.
You fiend.
Take them to the cutting machine.
Oh, me and my left-footed thumbs, how did I do that?
Such mastery of the keyboard.
Everything set for tonight's caper?
Oh. What a wonderful idea.
Holy apparition.
They're utterly fooled.
with a roll out by Paderewski.
Harry, what would it take for me to get out of your power?
Police headquarters.
of some kind of criminal hypnotism.