Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forty winks.
Top floor of the J. Pauline Spaghetti Hotel.
We were so fascinatingly feline.
"Gotham City Continental Bank, Gotham City..."
One, a policewoman has vanished.
Let's try putting ourselves into Sandman's shoes.
Where do you keep your financial records?
Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara didn't have much to offer.
between your paladinious canals and your sinualidated cavities.
I'm sorry we can't remain for the last stitch, but you were right about me and Catwoman.
Yes. Well, there I was.
Texas, Oklahoma, Saudi Arabia, Outer Mongolia.
And speaking of stealing...
Uh, no doubt some of his hi-fi equipment needs adjusting.
- Except when I almost said "catnap." Hm? - But you didn't.
Be careful of that. It's still warm from the last try.
First of all...
Our encounter with J. Pauline Spaghetti woke me up a little, old churn.
Well, there was Olaf the Sad of Norway.
The Catwoman and that cunning continental criminal, the Sandman?
Those Morpheus Mattresses.