Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Between us, we should be able to handle the caped crime-fighters.
Are you asleep, Mrs. Spaghetti?
If you didn't think you could trust me, why did you go to the trouble of finding me...
who made a fortune in noodles...
Your run-of-the-mill customer...
Sir?
I wouldn't do that.
Slumber section, Morpheus Mattresses, sleeping on a zephyr?
"Oil fields:"
Or that Catwoman is somehow involved?
I sure hope Batman sees it.
- How did it go, Sandman? - Like a lullaby. She can be of great help to me.
The elevator leads to the street. It's quicker than any Batrope.
Or why the pointed plug on television for Dr. Somnambula?
Sack time, fellas.
There isn't a second to waste, Robin.
And the next moment, there I was sleeping like a dream.
Tf, stop emailing us! Yes, Commissioner!
and make her way to the bed.
Oh.
That's right, the girl we hired wasn't supposed to go to sleep on the job until noon today.