Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and who searched the world over for a solution to her sleeping problems.

That door leads to the hall.

Climbing walls and making unfounded accusations.

I'll wrap this up in a jiffy.

Thanks to Dr. Somnambula...

- Sandman? - Can there be any doubt about it?

A funny-looking jalopy parked in the rear alley a minute ago.

Mrs. Spaghetti. Not for long, but it was a start.

and no one will suspect that I shall be he. Not even J. Pauline Spaghetti.

Oh. Uh, of course. Thank you.

Exactly, old chum.

But let's beware and be wary.

Well, we suspect that canny continental crook, Sandman, is in Gotham City...

That's it. Spaghetti.

Like sleeping on a zephyr.

Thank you, kittens.