Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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